I am 1/4 Cherokee and since we moved to the Black Hills of South Dakota I have felt the sacred spirit of the land. I "recharge my batteries" every time I go outside. This place is special. This land has been sacred to Native Americans and the white man is ruining it. Habitat is being settled more and more. Predators are being eradicated and deer populations are running rampant. People are feeding deer in the city and than they complain that the deer are eating their flowers. The natural way that the Native Americans lived was to keep the balance between man, predator and prey. Everything has it's place. When we hunt, we use every part of the animal that we can. We even brain tan the hides, and use the bones for tanning hides. We save the fat that we cut off the deer to make tallow candles. The antlers if we get bucks are used for buttons, and we save all the sinew for sewing the buckskin into garments. We live a simple life, and all the game we shoot is used, roasted and smoked turkey, canned venison, ground venison, sausage, brats, ground pronghorn. The Native American way of life is the simple way of life and though it's not for everyone, it works for us.
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