The attorney who did the oral argument said that the justices clearly lacked an understanding of treaty rights and tribal sovereignty. Ginsburg was absent. They deliberate such cases for months, so I hope their clerks can get them up to speed. Herrera was a Crow tribal game warden and knows the law. The attorney for the Wyoming Game and Fish Dept. put on a poor showing, drawing laughter at a couple points.
I met my last guy while doing fieldwork on the Snake River in Wyoming. He’s bright and has excellent manners and would actually listen when I explained how to do some boaty thing or other. He was working on a post-doc at UCLA so besides the fieldwork, we’d get together on breaks and do a river trip or go ski mountaineering, or hang out where there were good places to eat.
We saved up and went to Ireland a few years back. We hired a wee auto and he insisted on driving—a guy thing— but he’d never driven on the left before. So he kept pulling into the wrong lane and causing havoc at junctions: nearly killed us several times.
Finally, on the Glengesh Pass in Donegal, he whipped out in the wrong lane with a tractor hauling a wagon of peat coming at us. The tractor chap made a panicked swerve just as he swerved back into the left lane, causing the tractor to swerve again and almost go off the edge, with a long drop below. We missed it by inches.
He pulled off at the top and I snatched the key and told him I would drive from then on, and he went batshite. Tried to grab the key and shoved me against the car, then cocked a fist. My self-defence training kicked in and I took him down hard, and backed off while he thought it over.
He didn’t say much but was obviously angry and hurt. I drove the rest of the trip, which was good otherwise. Two weeks after we got back to the 'States, he dumped me. Plop! Then he shut me out of a chance to do fieldwork in Greenland, which was mean.
I wanted nothing to do with men for some time. Now I’m rather lonely, but driving 100 k round trip to cruise the bars isn’t really my style. Nearly all the guys I go boating or skiing with are married or paired off. At least I have energy to spare for writing and cooking.