Is it poaching ?

Is it poaching if you are white on the Navajo Rez and the only guy with a deer rifle not in pawn.


Moving into Pinon, 1998 and I unpack the guns and stash em! I unpack and unpack and finally moved into Teacher Housing, Pinon Arizona – Navajo Reservation. Being a white guy on the Navajo Rez is an experience and the learning curve is steep. From Renee Kevine bringing me frybread at home because I mistakenly said “what’s that?” to Peyote Tea – I was the classic neophyte.

November rolls around and I had gotten to know the janitor Moses Clark pretty well. He drives up to my house and honks his horn (another learning curve – Navajo do not use your doorbell – why, when ya have a horn). I am thinking what glonnie (drunk) or native arts and craft sales lady is it this time? Looking out, I see Moses in his 71 Ford lifted to the sky ! I love the truck and my little Chevy Chiddy (truck) sits sulking in the corner. Moses gets out and asks me to come over and shoot this Mule Deer that is usually in and around his place early morning – tomorrow being Saturday. I look at him and say “how do you know I have a deer rifle?” he smiles and says everyone in Pinon watched you unload your stuff! Duh, town of 400 people on a high mesa and bets on how long I was gonna last were running 6 – 7 months. Moses had a sweet deer rifle just happened to be in pawn…

I said to Moses, ” well, yes, I have a deer rifle but what about a license and tag to shoot the deer?”

Moses looked at me like I was the dumbest white boy that ever hit the reservation and said ” huh? what if you miss?” we will worry about the tag later! ”

8mm Mauser
8mm Mauser

I don’t miss and shot a beautiful Muley ! 26″ rack – and field dressed out at 185 – well, that is what I was told later when Moses dropped off my share of venison. No, I never asked to see the tag but I know it was well butchered complete with “Bashas Grocery” stamped on the white packing.

The bet on how long I would stay – well they all lost and gave up after ten years. My old deer rifle is not some sexy cool rifle but was passed down from my father to me – Mauser 8mm with an Ivory Indian head embedded in the stock!

For Keelen – Honors English Pinon High School

tumblr_m2lr8cyzFP1qa944oo1_400You probably have never had the privilege of teaching on the Navajo Reservation! Fresh out of South Korea, where a teacher could ask his kindergarten class to memorize the first five books of the Bible and 99% of the class would have it rote by morning. (there are two lessons in that – work ethic and religion – teachers were highly respected and highly paid) I digress, I walk into my first day at Pinon High School ! My classroom is sweet. All the latest technology, great white boards, new, clean, perfect! I always start my class greeting kids at the door and funneling them to arbitrarily assigned seats.

The bell rings – round one. “Goodmorning, do you have any questions?” Students are thinking what the heck is this guy talking about? Shane Yazzie, back of the class, raises his hand (I am thinking cool) and he says – ” so, are you just another loser teacher who could not get a job anywhere else?”


So why “For Keelen” because Keelen gave me a journal from her summer that detailed her life as a Navajo young lady. She trusted me to read her private journal and helped me understand a third world country trapped in our “great country. Thank you Keelen – I am forever in your debt!

Pinon High School 1999 – gun – what would you do?

I am teaching Creative Writing at Pinon High School, Navajo Reservation, Arizona – it is 1999 and I have the coolest group of young Navajo students! I get a transfer student from Phoenix. A hard tough Nabaho gangbanger who was tossed from school in Phoenix and landed back on da rez. He was tough and he was a good kid who had been scrapping on the streets since he was young. I challenged all my students to keep a journal and I would keep the stories secret and his stories if only half true were hardcore! Stealing, drugs, fights and Juvy sum up all his stories because my word is still in effect.

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45 –

The class is buzzing and of course I always seem to get the new student. Best principal ever, Colonel Mike Clark, seemed to always assign the new kids to my class…electives! In walks the new tough with his baggy pants and underwear showing all pimped out with chains and rings… okay I don’t remember any rings…but you get the picture. He walks on in and we begin. Four weeks later, I formed a bond with this young man because I refuse to judge a person on past or present, looks, clothes, bio, time served. This Monday afternoon he  walks into class late drops his notebook and when he bends down I see the glint of silver and ivory tucked into his waist. Shit, looks like a 45 ACP. Now stop and think – really stop reading and think – what would you do? (not what would Jesus do) what would you do?

Here is what I did –

I ignored the gun and greeted the student. I taught class just like it was all good. I asked my student to stay after for a minute. I walked up to my student and put my hand right on the small of his back and said what is this? “Shit, MF, what the…” I calmly said ” give me the gun and come to my house after school and I will return it to you” – No questions, no bullshit, just straight up. He gave me the gun and I put it in my desk drawer. I looked at him and said ” a drive by in Pinon is done with squirt guns because we are all poor” and he cracked a smile and laughed and said “I will be by after school”!

I never told the principal. I never told anyone till writing it today because that young man never ever gave me a problem in class. I am not going to name the student so all my wonderful students – you all know anyway! But with all the gun violence happening in Amerika today – I just wonder what you would have done?

This story is dedicated to Colonel Mike Clark who had my back in Pinon and Phoenix – you have my respect now and always!

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Oft Times Perceived – Skinwalkers

Navajo medicine man
Navajo medicine man (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Out in the garage one evening on the Navajo Reservation,  a large rabid dog came up the drive in the blowing snow and growled. It came into the garage and I told our Lab and Mojo our German Shepard to chase it out; they turned and went to the door crying – odd. I put them in the house and grabbed a 2 x 4 and hit the dog on the head hard. I killed the dog dead – dead dead! I scooped it up and wrapped it in a towel and dragged it outside into the snow. I walked in the house and told Mary what happened and that I was going to dispose of the dog. I walked back outside and No dog, No towel, No tracks, Nothing! I looked around the house and nothing! Gone!

The next day, I became deathly ill. I could not keep anything inside and was curled in a fetal ball in bed when Mary came home from work. She said I had to go see Mr. Begay  because he is a blind medicine man and would know how to heal me. I said “no, I do not believe in that voodoo hocus pocus” and declined. She talked to the neighbor, Chris, and decided to go have a prayer done. They drove about half hour to the medicine man’s hogan and upon entering were asked “where is Hoss ? if he does not come tonight he will be dead in the morning”.

They drove back to our home and Chris wrapped me in a Pendleton blanket and carried me to his SUV. He and his wife and son took me back out to the medicine man’s hogan. I remember entering and being very very cold and just wanting to die. We sat  in a circle around a fire and he proceeded to ask me questions to which I incoherently replied. He began grinding different herbs and powders together and finally gave them to me to chew. He said chew these while I pray! I remember chewing and thinking and chewing and thinking is this guy ever going to get done with his prayer. I had foam coming out of my mouth and down my chin when he finally finished. I swallowed and blinked and could not figure out why I was sitting wrapped in blankets in his hogan. I was fine! I stood up and shook myself off and then remembered. Mr. Begay, our medicine man smiled and then I asked Chris where his son was? He said that his son was scared to come in because the “bad man” that was riding in the back of the SUV had followed “Uncle Hoss” into the hogan! Mr. Begay explained that the dog I “killed” was a skinwalker and when I hit the dogs head the dead bones of the person he had ground up to enter the dog released into my face and lungs.Howard-Terpning-Medicine-Man-Of-The-Cheyenne

I was fine afterward but I now understand that there is a place for medicine men in my life. I  spent many many hours and days studying Navajo medicine with Mr. Begay and understand what is “oft times barely perceived”.

Names changed to protect the innocent – 

Navajo Taboo

Walking along and trying to figure out what kind of animal makes these tracks, Mojo my black Lab goes quiet on alert and I am in my forest for the trees moment…mountain lion?, wolf?, coyote?…and that internal voice says “look up” and over head soars a bald eagle. The eagle circles the ranch, no, not the full nineteen square miles of ranch, just my portion that is all mine when I am walking. The Crow Indians say that if an Eagle circles it will bring good fortune and the Navajo caution “make sure it is clockwise” and the Hungarian thinks clockwise is good fortune and counterclockwise takes away bad fortune with nature yelling win/win in the background.img014

I don’t know why funny things always happen to me! Like the time I told an inappropriate story while teaching on the Navajo Reservation! I arrived on the Navajo Rez in 1998 fresh from being run over by a semi truck in Korea! I was battered and broken but happy to be alive. I went through the obligatory Navajo Cultural Sensitivity Training where some wonderful Navajo told us what we could and could not speak of in class. I thought the training was cool and the frybread was good and the mutton greasy. Okay, I did not pay attention. I was checking out the hot Navajo teachers I would be working with that year! My bad!

I mentioned earlier that “inner voice” that I always hear! Well, I am driving in my drive at my home in Pinon, Arizona and I shut off the truck and hop out but just before my feet hit the ground the voice says jump back in the truck and move the truck forward a foot. I know, stupid, crazy, whatever I do it! I move the truck and hear a pop pop pop. I jump out and look under the front tire and trapped under the tire in the throes of death is a huge rattlesnake!

I go to school the next day thinking “hey” I teach English and this is the coolest story for show and tell!  I was teaching 10th grade Creative Writing and so I shared with my class! You know that word “taboo” ? Well, I wondered why my students all kinda gave me an odd look when I told my story! I wondered why at 9pm I heard a knock on my door and one of my favorite students was standing on my doorstep! She asked me to come down to her parents home because they wanted to talk to me! I am thinking oh, no did I give her an “F” ? ( I knew I wanted to give her brother, Shane an “F”) I get to their home and her father explains that I violated a “Navajo Taboo” (snake stories) and would it be okay if they had a prayer for me to bring everything back into harmony with my students? I was mortified but thankful that they loved me enough to help me regain my class (my whole class was at their home). The medicine man began to sing and we went around the circle with a coffee cup of “water” everyone taking a sip. The water was passed to me and I took two good swallows because my throat was dry and I was nervous! No one told me it was peyote tea! The same student that picked me up at my door grabbed me along with her mother and carried me outside. I remember the visions as if they were yesterday as they held my head as I vomited. They took me back inside and prayed over me and told me about my clans and blessed me. I was moved by the love and culture of the Navajo. I took part in many ceremonies during my time in Pinon, Arizona but none are as special as that first ceremony held to bring me into harmony with my class.

The next day at school, my wonderful students left the coffee cup on my desk with a note – feel free to drink as much “water” as you want! I still write with many of those students to this day! They have my heart and know so much about me because of that night together when we were brought into beauty! Ganado