Originally Posted by
MT Gianni
In 1976, 22 yrs old, I was duck hunting on the shores of the Snake River outside Blackfoot Idaho. We were on the State side the opposite was Reservation land. It was a cool November morning and I had on brown insulated coveralls, probably Walls as I could not afford Carharts, A friend and I watched as the fog rolled in, and when it left 2 native young men ran about 25 horses into the river to water them. We had ground decoys set up several hundred yards away but could see them clearly. One had a breech cloth and no shirt or shoes, the other had Levi's and boots but no shirt. They watered their pony's and left in about 2 minutes. Both were riding bareback with hackamores. I told Danny those boys were tougher than I was and he said "tougher than me, too".