On my first trip to a Res in 1979 to shoot dogs, we came across a small village out in the middle of no where. The houses were about 1200 sq feet built by the govm't.
The road out to the p.dog town ran right along side of the little village of about 35 govm't houses. As we pulled into the road to head out to the p. dog town, we noticed the picture window in the front of the house had been knocked out. We stopped to survey the situation, then we saw a horse stick his head out of the picture window! I just had to get a closer look, so we pulled up in the driveway. The closer we got, I noticed that the doors and windows were missing out of the house. A guy came outside looking very suspicious of us. I got out of the truck and introduced myself. After some small talk, the guy seemed friendly enough, so I asked him why the horse was in the house. The guy told me that he did not want his horse to get cold. I asked him what had happened to the doors and windows. He said that they believed in living like they did in the old days, so they knocked the windows out of the house, then they burned the doors to stay warm. He told me that it got real cold the last Winter.
I hired the guy to show us p.dog towns on the "Res" that did not get shot...he introduced to his grand father, born in 1909...we heard a lot of horror stories. I was friends with him and his family for as long as I was going to S.Dakota.
No doubt these people are some of the most impoverished people in the USA, so don't judge them too harsh...they are doing the best they can under the circumstances.
The most memorable hunting experiences of my life were on the Lakota Indian Reservations, but I would never go hunting on a Reservation where I had to have an Indian guide in my presence, too unpredictable to show up one day to the next unless you know them personally.