Driving through one res in eastern Arizona, a few years ago, I actually see a guy in front of me stop, pick up road kill and throw it in the back of his pickup.
Scarier was the time I'd stayed late at Monument Valley, getting some pretty cool photos of the Mitten Rocks. I grabbed a bite to eat, then hit the road headed east. And almost hit a guy who was walking heel to toe along the white line of the highway (no street lights, and it was pitch black). He was probably drunk, of course, but I'm sure the rez police would have given me a big hassle if I'd hit him.
