I used to do a bird mortality count for Coast Watch at Shi Shi and one of the women in the group had her van broken into while she slept in it. The young braves were drunk and tried to talk her into going to a party with them. She agreed, then ditched them as soon as they got back into Neah. 

While picking up litter at Bahahobash Point I came across a group of six young braves, one of whom wanted to fight me immediately. A young chief saved my life likely by saying he liked that I was picking up trash. If I hadn't had that big black bag of garbage in my hands I might have been in that car. There's lots of anger out there, and justifiably so, but I don't go out on the reservation alone anymore.