Has anyone ever spent time at an Indian Reservation?

TS, if you're interested in checking out a reservation might as well make yourself useful and help out: http://www.dacotahtipis.org/volunteer

It's an organization associated with habitat for humanity that helps build homes on the Crow Creek Reservation.
 
If your canadian and white and go try to hang out at the Rez you prolly have a better chance of getting murdered then not
 
depends on the rez, some are better than others. Mostly though they are pretty rural. You are "welcome" as a white person but you might not really be welcomed, remember they have their own laws and regulations. My brother in law and sister in law got into an altercation at one of the casinos and were taken by the tribal police, during the ride they were reminded that they are on sovereign native american land and if they disappeared no one could do a damn thing about it. Not saying that's the common attitude, but technically the guy was right.

all in all, just remember the verse from the song "common people" by Pulp- "everybody hates a tourist" so I'd recommend against it because you will give off a bad perception to someone at least once.
 
Yes. In Florida spent a lot of time on the Seminole Rez because of my job. Dined on some turtle, swamp cabbage, and alligator with some fine folks. Then again, the Seminole Rez ain't too bad compared to the ones out west where I'm at now.

When I first got out here I worked as a tour guide and had a group of native kids come on my tour. It ended with me walking them through the tour after becoming frustrated with just how disrespectful they were. Went to go clean the bathrooms at the end of the day and those kids had torn it apart and spread shit all over the walls. That was my first experience with natives out west.

My subsequent experiences have been both good and bad, although I do transports sometimes for the prison and have to go to the federal jails/prisons to pick up guys getting sentenced to start their state time. They stick together, won't talk to white guys too often About inner dealings and shit. The state of the rez's around here depends on where you go I suppose. A few universal truths in this state is that the incidence of Alcoholism, suicide, lack of education, poverty, domestics, crime, etc are all higher. Got offered a job as a cop on a Rez a few weeks back and turned it down, just crazy.
 
Bukowski82 said:
That's hilarious.
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That's actually one of my more interesting yet still mysterious multi-layered stories actually. I was living at the time with a buddy of mine who to this day is the only guy who has ever been able to keep up with me in terms of drinking while never getting mad at me for anything I do while under the influence. I remember very little of the days surrounding the incident, only that my buddy and I had been on a serious bender.

One night (I know it was a holiday but I can't remember which one it was, 4th of July maybe) we were at a house party getting shitfaced as usual. At some point, we both black out and end up leaving. Now, a third buddy of mine told me later that he saw me get off the phone and then say to the first buddy, "sluts on the res" at which point he responds with, "let's go." That was apparently the entire exchange between the two of us and we were on our way to the Indian reservation.

I realized later after looking over my cell phone records that I had been talking to a girl I'd met at a local punk show a few weeks prior, I'm assuming she must've invited me out to meet her on the res under the guise of her being at a house hanging out with other hot girls. Well like I said before, I remember very little of the night itself but I do know that when I got there she was the only hot girl there. With her was a gentleman who only went by Assman and had a razorblade tattooed on his forehead and his fat half Indian sister.

I still only remember bits and pieces of the night but a few of my main memories are repeatedly punching a wooden handrail with Assman because he wanted to see how tough my hands were after taking many shots of whiskey. My right hand was swollen to almost twice its size for a week. Later on in the night I'm pretty sure I had passed out before I woke up with the hot girl blowing me while the fat girl watched, I really am not sure what happened after that but I didn't see Assman or my buddy around. It was a strange situation.

The next thing I know I'm waking up hours later, the hot girl is nowhere to be found and this fat girl is sitting beside me with some pancakes on a plate and she already has some on a fork that she's holding inches from my face. I can only imagine it was my look of sheer confusion that prompted her to open her mouth as a mother would when signaling to her baby that it's time to eat... so I opened my mouth as she quietly fed me this entire plate of pancakes bite by bite. No words were spoken between us during this meal.

After that, I passed out again for a few more hours until my buddy comes in from the other room and wakes me up saying we're leaving. The first thing he says on the car ride home is, "did she feed you pancakes?" Apparently she'd fed them to us both that morning. He then told me about how she'd force-fed him shots of whiskey until he was nearly unconscious the night before after I had passed out and then basically tried to rape him. His excuse to not have sex with her was that he was a virgin and saving himself for marriage, dude was like 25 at the time and a drunk who'd driven a long way looking for sluts yet he backed this would-be rapist off by telling her that he was a virgin.

Later on that day I got a text from the hot girl telling me to never call her again or she'd report me to the police for sexual harassment. I never responded and never found out what I did that had pissed her off so much. Some months later I was taking a class at my nearby community college when Assman walks in the door. After class, I struck up a conversation with him only to find out that he had no memory of me or the night itself. He told me that he had quit drinking entirely and become a born again Christian after nearly dying of liver failure.

I think that pretty much covers the story.
 
High crime rate, low standard of living, always looking for a hand out has been my experience
 
Yes I have and I will tell you one thing. They may call themselves native Americans but I know a Mexican when I see one.
 
Have not had good relations with native americans that are casino paid...
 
Terror Zone said:
That's actually one of my more interesting yet still mysterious multi-layered stories actually. I was living at the time with a buddy of mine who to this day is the only guy who has ever been able to keep up with me in terms of drinking while never getting mad at me for anything I do while under the influence. I remember very little of the days surrounding the incident, only that my buddy and I had been on a serious bender.

One night (I know it was a holiday but I can't remember which one it was, 4th of July maybe) we were at a house party getting shitfaced as usual. At some point, we both black out and end up leaving. Now, a third buddy of mine told me later that he saw me get off the phone and then say to the first buddy, "sluts on the res" at which point he responds with, "let's go." That was apparently the entire exchange between the two of us and we were on our way to the Indian reservation.

I realized later after looking over my cell phone records that I had been talking to a girl I'd met at a local punk show a few weeks prior, I'm assuming she must've invited me out to meet her on the res under the guise of her being at a house hanging out with other hot girls. Well like I said before, I remember very little of the night itself but I do know that when I got there she was the only hot girl there. With her was a gentleman who only went by Assman and had a razorblade tattooed on his forehead and his fat half Indian sister.

I still only remember bits and pieces of the night but a few of my main memories are repeatedly punching a wooden handrail with Assman because he wanted to see how tough my hands were after taking many shots of whiskey. My right hand was swollen to almost twice its size for a week. Later on in the night I'm pretty sure I had passed out before I woke up with the hot girl blowing me while the fat girl watched, I really am not sure what happened after that but I didn't see Assman or my buddy around. It was a strange situation.

The next thing I know I'm waking up hours later, the hot girl is nowhere to be found and this fat girl is sitting beside me with some pancakes on a plate and she already has some on a fork that she's holding inches from my face. I can only imagine it was my look of sheer confusion that prompted her to open her mouth as a mother would when signaling to her baby that it's time to eat... so I opened my mouth as she quietly fed me this entire plate of pancakes bite by bite. No words were spoken between us during this meal.

After that, I passed out again for a few more hours until my buddy comes in from the other room and wakes me up saying we're leaving. The first thing he says on the car ride home is, "did she feed you pancakes?" Apparently she'd fed them to us both that morning. He then told me about how she'd force-fed him shots of whiskey until he was nearly unconscious the night before after I had passed out and then basically tried to rape him. His excuse to not have sex with her was that he was a virgin and saving himself for marriage, dude was like 25 at the time and a drunk who'd driven a long way looking for sluts yet he backed this would-be rapist off by telling her that he was a virgin.

Later on that day I got a text from the hot girl telling me to never call her again or she'd report me to the police for sexual harassment. I never responded and never found out what I did that had pissed her off so much. Some months later I was taking a class at my nearby community college when Assman walks in the door. After class, I struck up a conversation with him only to find out that he had no memory of me or the night itself. He told me that he had quit drinking entirely and become a born again Christian after nearly dying of liver failure.

I think that pretty much covers the story.
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lol, this is the best thing I may have ever read on Sherdog. TZ, you ever find yourself in Seattle on a trip... We're going out drinking, Buddy.
 
Toastytoy said:
I dont mean taking a tour through one and checking out the teepee or anything, i mean like actually spent a few days in a row and seen how they live on a regular basis. I love to travel but i have no experience with indians or indian reservations so i am curious as to what goes on there. I have heard that they drink a lot.? So what is the bar scene like on them? Do they even have bars? Are white people generally allowed to go there or is that frowned upon? What is the scene like?

Please, dont tell me anything about indian reservation CASINOS, i dont gamble and that is not what i am interested in.

Thanks in advance
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Yeah I spent a lot of time on Indian Island (the Penobscot 'nation') when I lived in Maine...what a dump lol
 
Terror Zone said:
That's actually one of my more interesting yet still mysterious multi-layered stories actually. I was living at the time with a buddy of mine who to this day is the only guy who has ever been able to keep up with me in terms of drinking while never getting mad at me for anything I do while under the influence. I remember very little of the days surrounding the incident, only that my buddy and I had been on a serious bender.

One night (I know it was a holiday but I can't remember which one it was, 4th of July maybe) we were at a house party getting shitfaced as usual. At some point, we both black out and end up leaving. Now, a third buddy of mine told me later that he saw me get off the phone and then say to the first buddy, "sluts on the res" at which point he responds with, "let's go." That was apparently the entire exchange between the two of us and we were on our way to the Indian reservation.

I realized later after looking over my cell phone records that I had been talking to a girl I'd met at a local punk show a few weeks prior, I'm assuming she must've invited me out to meet her on the res under the guise of her being at a house hanging out with other hot girls. Well like I said before, I remember very little of the night itself but I do know that when I got there she was the only hot girl there. With her was a gentleman who only went by Assman and had a razorblade tattooed on his forehead and his fat half Indian sister.

I still only remember bits and pieces of the night but a few of my main memories are repeatedly punching a wooden handrail with Assman because he wanted to see how tough my hands were after taking many shots of whiskey. My right hand was swollen to almost twice its size for a week. Later on in the night I'm pretty sure I had passed out before I woke up with the hot girl blowing me while the fat girl watched, I really am not sure what happened after that but I didn't see Assman or my buddy around. It was a strange situation.

The next thing I know I'm waking up hours later, the hot girl is nowhere to be found and this fat girl is sitting beside me with some pancakes on a plate and she already has some on a fork that she's holding inches from my face. I can only imagine it was my look of sheer confusion that prompted her to open her mouth as a mother would when signaling to her baby that it's time to eat... so I opened my mouth as she quietly fed me this entire plate of pancakes bite by bite. No words were spoken between us during this meal.

After that, I passed out again for a few more hours until my buddy comes in from the other room and wakes me up saying we're leaving. The first thing he says on the car ride home is, "did she feed you pancakes?" Apparently she'd fed them to us both that morning. He then told me about how she'd force-fed him shots of whiskey until he was nearly unconscious the night before after I had passed out and then basically tried to rape him. His excuse to not have sex with her was that he was a virgin and saving himself for marriage, dude was like 25 at the time and a drunk who'd driven a long way looking for sluts yet he backed this would-be rapist off by telling her that he was a virgin.

Later on that day I got a text from the hot girl telling me to never call her again or she'd report me to the police for sexual harassment. I never responded and never found out what I did that had pissed her off so much. Some months later I was taking a class at my nearby community college when Assman walks in the door. After class, I struck up a conversation with him only to find out that he had no memory of me or the night itself. He told me that he had quit drinking entirely and become a born again Christian after nearly dying of liver failure.

I think that pretty much covers the story.
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Best story I've read in a while. I salute you, sir.
 
Bukowski82 said:
lol, this is the best thing I may have ever read on Sherdog. TZ, you ever find yourself in Seattle on a trip... We're going out drinking, Buddy.
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Um not sure you have been following his posts but he is trying to quit drinking for good. There is a 1000 post thread on it. Encouraging him to drink probably isn't a great idea :redface:
 
I'm Seminole and live on the reservation in Hollywood Florida. One rule Ive learned is if your gonna hang out at any of the bars in the surrounding neighborhoods its best to leave when you start hearing "whoooooo" more then 2 or 3 times every few minutes.
 
Kevin Rudd said:
Um not sure you have been following his posts but he is trying to quit drinking for good. There is a 1000 post thread on it. Encouraging him to drink probably isn't a great idea :redface:
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I'll drink to that.
Na zdrowie
 
Some bitches in here scared of brown people.

Except TZ. Boss story.
 
Kevin Rudd said:
Um not sure you have been following his posts but he is trying to quit drinking for good. There is a 1000 post thread on it. Encouraging him to drink probably isn't a great idea :redface:
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Damn... you're right. lol, I've even posted extensively in that thread yet completely forgot. In another set of circumstances, would definitely go drinking/womanizing with that dude, though.
 
I've never been on one, but you see crazy shit when you're driving near one. I'll never forget the time I seen these natives flying down the highway in a car without a windshield.
 
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