Good read, I hope you healed up well and I'm sure it grew a mental fortitude in you matched by few.

Don’t know where you got that from, public land public use, except for reservation lands it’s open to anyone lots of people still harvest it for extra money or their own use and most are not natives most of the natives I know around here have no interest in doing it because they get casino money and harvesting wild rice is hard hot work at the best of times, the ones who do are usually on the older end of the age spread you don’t even have to be a resident of the state just need to buy a license

You can get a day or season license if your a resident but only a day one of your a nonresident, native band members even nonresident ones with a valid band membership don’t need one

I have been thinking about getting out this year and doing a little for my own use and a couple weeks ago I found a fantastic spot that has a exceptional stand of rice, looking at it I started getting that old feeling like I was looking at acres and acres of rat huts

Good story Mike …. Glad you pulled through

ttt,


Jedi

Most of you know in '97 I broke everything form the neck up. My upper. lower jaws, palate, crushed my nose flat, disintegrated my left eye socket, destroyed my left sinus, double concussion, sever head trauma and a fractured skull behind my face from COMPRESSION since I snapped the steering wheel off with my face!
Two weeks after I got out of the hospital, when my jaw was wired shut and I was broken from the neck up—I was tossed out by the woman I had just asked to marry me a few brief weeks before. "I don't love you anymore, I don't want to be with you anymore, get out" Her words to me. No warning. No therapy. No help. I had to move back in with my parents, physically wrecked and emotionally shattered.
I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t sleep. I was done, I was crushed, I was (This word is unacceptable on Trapperman) shattered!
I don’t mean I wanted to die—just that I didn’t want to wake up anymore. I sobbed myself to sleep most nights for two months straight, I literally prayed most night, don't let me wake up it hurts too much, I cant stand it. That kind of emotional and psychological pain? There’s no pill for it. No cast. No brace. It’s just raw and it hurt every waking moment.
Then one night, I was truly at the end of my rope. I didn’t know what else to do, so I prayed. Just one sentence:
“Lord, help me. I can’t do this anymore, i can't take it, I am at the end of my rope, If you can hear me—please help me.”
I went to bed broken, depressed not wanting to wake up ever.
Eight hours later, I woke up... healed. Not all at once, not perfectly—but the depression was gone, the sadness, gone. The emotional agony? Gone. The physical pain? Diminished.
No medications. No therapy. Just one quiet prayer from the dark.
Call it what you want. I call it divine intervention. And it reaffirmed what I already believed: that God hears you, especially when you’re too broken to shout, and you ASK for help rather than demand it.
So to anyone hurting:
You are not alone. Ask for help.
Ask your family. Ask your friends. Ask a pastor, a counselor—or just close your eyes and ask God. Because when we hide our pain, people think we’re okay, they might think we are strong and we can handle it. They don’t see we’re falling apart inside.
So please... ask.
If what happened to me in ’97 didn’t break me, don’t let your battle break you.
You can come back. I did!

Mike (if you ever need a hand help or an ear hit me up via PM drop your number Ill call, I promise)

The man that can fix it is coming back from vacation in Puerto Rico tomorrow. I can't make this stuff up. Be patient and hopefully by the end of the week we will be back in touch.

… because acorns aren’t leaves… they’re a nut that deer eat … although the trees drop leaves as well … the falling of acorns sets them apart

The white supremacy, nazi messaging. Is the same as the threat to our democracy messaging. And the climate change, end of the world messaging.

It's all about voting, and power.

It's about brainwashing the public.

For political reasons.

That is incorrect.

Trapper 7. I prefer the real wild rice. I think it has a better flavor and cooks easier.

Truer words were never spoken.

To our Deputy Dog????

Just when things were starting to improve too....

I'd of rathered Trump be fired....

Woman can shoot

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