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Never been a fan of Injuns.
First hand experience.

We get along great here.



1/2 of our rez is privately owned by whoever.


I talk to people off the rez and some of them have more trouble than us.

The you got Belknap where the tribe bought out the Indian owned land. Whites are a no go.


Whites can't even lease tribal ground on Rocky Boy.

Awful. Just awful. Go to your room!

The Mescalero Apache Reservation in the Sacramento Mts of SE New Mexico is as pretty as I’ve seen. Ski Apache, Inn of the Mountain Gods resort, St Joseph’s Apache Mission Church, lumber, ranching, guided elk hunts, just up the mountain from Ruidoso.

I haven’t been off pavement so I dunno what it’s like where most people live, but homes seen from the highways look OK.

I do appreciate that the Ruidoso sprawl of condos, vacation homes etc abruptly stops at the rez boundary. Whatever else they may or may not be, them Mescaleros seem big on keeping stuff natural.

It really is very specific how each rez is set up.



I'm just glad that we sincerely do get along. I grew up here, live here and have never been threatened.



Probably get stabbed tomorrow.........lol!

The Jicarilla Apache Reservation, just west of Chama, NM is not bad. And has some of the best Elk Hunting in the US.
I usually stop at their Tribal Gas Station in Dulce, and fill up on my way to Fly Fish the San Juan River, just below Navajo Damn. Nice little Casino and Hotel there too.

In 1936 my dad was a 14 year old kid living in Miller, South Dakota. He told us that every summer, the Indians would come to town. There were about 150 Indians. They had covered wagons drawn by horses, maybe 25 wagons. Wooden wagons with a canvas top, but instead of wooden wheels, they had rubber inflated auto tires. Other than the rubber tires, it looked like something straight out of Bonanza.
Dad said that the Indians set up camp in a meadow on the outskirts of town. The Indians would stay for five or six weeks. To the teen age kids of Miller, it was like the circus coming to town.

The Indians set up teepees. My dad would walk out to the camp with several of his buddies, and they were welcomed. Dad said that on day one, the Indians set up a giant 20 gallon cast iron stew pot on a camp fire. Dad said that several "bucks," as he called the young males, would go in to town on the first day. They would go to the butcher shop and buy 15 pounds of cheap "stew meat." And the butcher would give them 20 pounds of scrap fat. Then the bucks went to the general store and bought 30 pounds of potatoes and 10 pounds of carrots. They took their haul back to the camp and made a giant stew. Dad said they kept this stew pot cooking on a wood fire throughout their 6 week stay, and all they ate was this stew. They might catch a few jackrabbits for the stew, and the squaws would scramble out on the prairie and dig up some roots, but once a week the bucks went back to Miller to purchase more meat and potatoes.

Dad said that, in 1936 it was illegal for an Indian to purchase liquor in South Dakota. The Indians would give my father a $5 bill, and he would go in to town and buy 4 or 5 bottles of cheap booze and hand it to the Indians. I don't know if they had age restrictions on whities buying booze, but somehow, they sold it to Dad. Dad was a big kid, age 14 but nearly six feet tall. No way he looked like he was 21 but somehow, they sold him the booze.
On day one the Indians had some cash, I guess the Feds were handing out money to the Indians.

I remember distinctly dad telling me that the Indians would sell out their wives for prostitutes. Young men from town would come out at night, and pay an Indian man 2 or 3 dollars, and the South Dakota guy would go inside the teepee and bang the Indian gal. And he said the Indian man would stand outside the teepee, his arms folded, keeping watch.

These were probably Sioux Indians. This was 60 years after the Battle of the Little Bighorn. There is a good chance that some of the 75 or 78 year old Indians there in Miller had participated in the Custer fight.

Hahaha!

Hope not.

My Grandmother was born at Wolf Point.

We would probably know her family.

God damn this makes me wanna stop in jitterbugs on the Rocky boy again!!! 😂😂

Haha so true. I've worked up there a lot. I've seen outdoor faucets that have been leaking for decades I bet and now cattails are growing next to the house. I guess why fix it when it doesn't cost them anything. Sewer manholes overflowing into creeks also.

Yes, you will recognize many many characters from that book 😂😂

Nice story cuzzin, uncle, nephew…

Those that live on the res. say that there are 2 kinds of people there. The reds & the apples. they are all the same except that the apples are red on the outside but white on the inside.

"Wind River" is a good movie.

Lambert did not carry a Creedmoor...

Truth^^^
My experience is....if you work and acquire nice things...you are white.
If you don't work and live in poverty, you are an Indian.

This is maybe the biggest obstacle to overcome, as I see it, and has been handed down and is now inter-generational, up here anyways.

It is up to the elders and community leaders to "fix" it...not government.

There was a Indian on a bike forum from Michigan (??) who rode his bike from his home to Nunavut up above Quebec. An incredible journey covering hundreds of mile of isolated dirt roads, no facilities. The guy actually cached freeze-dried food on the way up for his return trip.

Anyhow at one point he was having a conversation with a Cree (??) Cop. That Cop said there were two kinds of Indians up there; daytime Indians who were the regular people, and on the other hand there were the nighttime Indians.

Twice as many miles - DWI.