Manages Parisian Family Office. Began Wall Street, 82. Founded investment firm, Native American Advisors. Member, White Earth Chippewa Tribe. Was NYSE/FINRA arb. Conservative. Raised on Native reservations. Pureblood, clot-shot free. In a world elevated on a tech-driven dopamine binge, he trades from Ghost Ranch on the Yellowstone River in MT, his TN farm, Pamelot or CASA TULE', his winter camp in Los Cabos, Mexico. Always been, and will always be, an optimist.

Friday, November 22, 2013

In America the sheeple vote........

It is often said there only two kinds of people in this world: those who know, and those who don’t. I think there are actually three kinds of people: those who know, those who don’t know, and those who don’t care to know. Members of the last group are the kind of people I would characterize as “sheeple.” Sheeple are members of a culture or society who are not necessarily oblivious to the reality of their surroundings; they may have been exposed to valuable truths on numerous occasions. However, when confronted with facts contrary to their conditioned viewpoint, they become aggressive and antagonistic in their behavior, seeking to dismiss and attack the truth by attacking the messenger and denying reason.  Sheeple exist on both sides of America's false political paradigm, and they exist in all social "classes".

I cannot imagine an existence more deserving of pity and remorse than that of the American sheeple.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Martin Bashir, World Class POS

MSNBC producers and management please drop by.

I have something for you.

Lynn @ AMEX 336-283-9667

If you ever decide to answer the phone I have some more questions.

What a bunch of morons in the credit department.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Beyond shame................

Whoever bet money that Obama would finally blame the epic debacle that is Obamacare on the Republicans can now retire.


Because it was obviously the Republicans who sabotaged the 3+ year rollout of Obamacare, and handpicked the "outside" contractors who made such a smashing success. At least Bush walked away unscathed.


To the DOJ, a $13 billion receipt is the "largest ever settlement with a single entity." To #AskJPM, a $13 billion outlay is a 100%+ IRR. And perhaps more relevant, let's recall that JPM holds $550 billion in Fed excess reserves, on which it is paid 0.25% interest, or $1.4 billion annually. In other words, out of the Fed's pocket, through JPM, and back into the government. Luckily, this is not considered outright government financing.


If anyone happens to bump into any "credibility" regarding the financial markets, exchange structure, HFT, CNBC, etc.  please give a shout out.

It's been years since anything credible has come from government.  I take that back.  Air traffic control does a good job.   The BIG LIES continue unashamedly. Governments around the world , wouldn't recognize the truth any more if it poked them in the eye.

Maybe the Smithsonian has some credibility tucked away.  It's dam sure in short supply.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

A ticking time bomb..................

The NY Fed has disclosed that federal student loans officially crossed the $1 trillion level for the first time ever. Notably: the quarterly student loan balance has increased every quarter without fail for the past 10 years!

Janet Yellen

If this "front" for the 1% is the answer, America should ask a better question.

A pathetic course we are headed down.   Yellen is a career academic with absolutely zero banking experience or business experience. This puts her in the same boat as Greenspan and Bernanke.  Look where that has gotten us.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

New Mexico Muley Hunt, 2013

In the northwest corner of New Mexico, is the area known as the “Four Corners” where New Mexico, Arizona, Utah, and Colorado all come together in a common point. These are legendary mule deer states and this corner of New Mexico plays a big part in that legend. Wherever trophy mule deer hunters gather, talk eventually turns to the storied canyons of Rio Arriba and San Juan Counties. You will find the record books well represented, if not dominated, by bucks taken there over the years.

This is New Mexico Game Management Unit 2. It’s where I was going to hunt.

Unit 2 is a uniquely placed environ with several factors which contribute to it's excellence as mule deer habitat. Situated at the base of the Rocky Mountains, which soar to 14,000 feet to the north, this area is defined by three large river systems which flow from the snow capped peaks of the Rockies and eventually drain into the Colorado River and on through the Grand Canyon to the sea. The terrain was created by these rivers and their associated drainages as eons of erosion cut through the soft sandstone and left deep, multi- stepped canyons with broad sage flats in the bottoms and on the benches. Vegetation is predominately pinon / juniper ("PJ") treed areas interspersed with open brushy flats of sage, grasses and varied browse. The elevation is considerably lower than the mountains to the north. Average elevations in the unit are 5000-6000 ft. Snowfall is minimal compared to habitat even a few miles north. Mule deer love it. The rugged PJ bench country provides the cover they need with an abundant, nutritious food source at their feet. The main river systems flow year round and add great bottomland habitat and water sources to the mix. Winters are relatively mild and deer are not subjected to deep snows and winter kill. This is, and has been, their home for centuries.

Mule deer in Unit 2 have a semi-nomadic lifestyle as many of them will drift north into Colorado in late spring. As snow melts off the high peaks deer will seek out the cooler alpine areas on the mountain even as high as the crags above timberline. Many stay in the area and browse the thick, rich river bottoms and tuck away into the shady high cliffs of the canyon country. As soon as snows fly in the high country the deer come home. They come home to Unit 2 to rut, to feed, and to grow another little muley.

Mature mule deer bucks are a very reclusive nocturnal creature. Reclusive being the key word. For most of the year they are lounging away in the thickest darkest cover available and come out only after dark to feed and water. You'll not likely see them. Hunting success on a big muley in Unit 2 is deeply tied to the rut and the return of the migratory deer. Normally early snows in Colorado occur around the end of October and trigger southward deer movement to their wintering areas in the sage country. The rut begins in early / mid November. As deer populations rise with the returning herds, the rut starts to engage as well.
I was standing in the Costco Tire Department last summer when my cell phone rang. It was a call from The Huntin Fool, ( The Huntin Fool ) team telling me I had been successful in drawing a 3rd season rifle deer tag in Unit 2B, west of the Jicarilla Apache Reservation. This was going to be my year! I had been applying for a tag in that unit since 2006 and finally got lucky! Luck seems to happen when you never give up, funny how that works!

I had some business in Texas prior to flying into Albuquerque and unfortunately had too much gear so I had to tell the Southwest Airlines how unhappy I was with the $75 they charged for being overweight. Getting robbed at the gate is par and those airlines love the game. They get better at it every day.
Getting a rental pickup from National was not easy either. I figured a 4x4 was a necessity because I didn’t have a clue what the weather might do.

I loaded up and headed out, hoping to make it to Sante Fe for Halloween night and then on to camp on Friday, get sighted in and be ready to go on Saturday morning for the 5-day hunt, the third rifle season in NM.
I got to Sante Fe late, found a cheap hotel, unloaded all my gear lest I have it stolen out of my pickup and headed out to find some grub. Walked a couple of blocks and ran into a bar called, “Cowgirls”, my waitress/ bartender on Halloween night was in costume and she brought a great burger loaded with a full avocado! For sure the trip was off to a great start!


Driving North to Chama from Sante Fe I had to cross the Rio Grande River and stopped to snap a picture of a very colorful cottonwood in its mighty fall splendor.

Friday morning early found me on the road headed north and I had to stop into Chama, NM and see an old friend, Ray Milligan, who, like me, started our professional journeys on the trapline. Here’s a picture of Ray Milligan and I after a hearty lunch.

Ray runs a very successful hunting operation in New Mexico, ( ) and found time last week to break away and kill this fine bull at 460 yards. Ray has a world slam on sheep and still loves to get it done!


Ray shoots a very unique rifle and it can be found here. The balance and weight are really cool.
Ray and his wife have a small ranch south of Chama and have some food plots and water which will hold deer and elk in the area. Here is a buck that was shot this year on his small acreage with a muzzleloader. I call that sweet!!!


Heading west out of Chama I had to cross the Continental Divide.

This part of New Mexico is winter range for large herds of deer and elk that bail out of Colorado and head south. For sure the State of New Mexico understands the economic value of the resource.

Heading farther west I crossed the Jicarilla Apache reservation. Home to some of the finest mule deer genetics in America it was a place that as a kid I read about in OUTDOOR LIFE magazine. They get a good penny and then some these days for hunting big game on the Jicarilla. At one time they had a good lion/cat control program in place and seem to be managing their herds well. I know they allow some off-reservation trappers to come in and knock back coyotes and someday that would be a treat to run with Ray and trap the Jicarilla in our old age.

I had made the decision to try and kill a great buck on this trip. I wanted a bomber and hoped that with the help of my outfitter we could get it done in 5 days time. Here is a pair of sheds being held by my guide that were found very close to the trailer I stayed in. I like this buck. Who wouldn’t?

Hunting this part of New Mexico involves doing a tremendous amount of glassing. Here is the Swaro 15x56’s that were not mine and wish they were! If I ever have some luck again in the stock market after it undergoes a much-needed correction and reset back to reality I hope to own some of these. They may be a pretty penny but when hunting from above they are in one word, priceless.

Lions get big in this part of America. Real big. Most people have no clue how powerful bobcats are and how efficient they are in bringing down big bucks. Well, lions have no problem with deer or elk. Once they get the jugular it’s usually game over. Lions can drag hundreds of pounds of dead weight into cover to feed. They don’t have much for being long-winded but that burst of speed to overtake prey would be tough to beat with a good quarter horse. Here are some remains from a lion kill.

Across much of America and in many hunting camps and around many campfires there is always talk of the elusive black panther. Of course there has never been a photograph of a black mountain lion or cougar in North America but that has never stopped tall tales from being spread. Here’s a picture of a mountain lion track. Not a big one but it is a lion.

And speaking of tall tales, it’s like Obama telling us a recovery has taken place when every asset on the Fed balance sheet is simply debt owed by the public! Those bonds are IOU’S from taxpayers! Bottom line folks, the notion of someone having any backbone in Washington, DC is quaint. Vision and courage are in short supply. I only wish that gun safes, range practice and ammo would bring me a tax credit! Since when did our leaders give a dam about what their citizens think? If they did, there would be no war in Iraq, no bailout of the banks, no Patriot Act, no NDAA, no comprehensive surveillance, and certainly not 30,000 drones to monitor us. Keep on singing “land of the free” because that’s the closest you will get to freedom. Sorry about getting off topic here. It’s Veterans Day as I sit and write this and this picture looks just like my dad who served in the Army Air Force during WWII. He was a good hunter, a good man and a good Dad. I miss him more every year. And speaking of veterans, this move by the AT&T Corporation to hire 10,000 veterans is one of the classiest moves by any corporation on the face of the planet!

One of the tougher aspects of hunting out west is getting good oxygen. I rest my head every night at about 978 feet above sea level. I was hunting between 6,600 and 7,400 feet above sea level. I don’t smoke, never have. It just takes a couple days to acclimate. My guide was 46, lived in that country his whole life. He was a 6’3” bundle of killer. Wearing a size 8 boot, waking up with a bottle of Coke in one hand and a can of smokeless in the other he was a hard charger. We wore it out looking for a bomber muley buck. I glassed more nooks and holes and crannies than I ever have. We never found a single great buck to stalk. Here is some of the country we glassed. And glassed, and glassed!

The first morning out we were watching a waterhole at day break and had a 2-pt, a 3-pt and a 4-pt feed out in front of us and head for the timber for a day of rest. Other than that it was slow. We probably averaged between 20 and 40 sightings a day with very few bucks. The second to last day we headed north to look over the migratory deer that had been flooding into the unit from Colorado that had some weather the week before and we counted 141 deer, 3 of which were bucks and only one of them was a legal fork-horn, the other two were spikes.
On the morning of the second day we walked down onto the top of a large drainage and below us we heard some deer “blowing”. We had been busted and a doe and small 2-pt and then a larger deer busted out and stopped for a “look-back”. Remember what I said I wanted out of this trip? I wanted to kill a bruiser. I wanted to put a real bomber on the wall. I wanted the opportunity to shoot a real pig and tipping over the buck that was in front of me on the morning of the second day out wasn’t going to achieve what I wanted. My guide looked at me rather odd for not killing that deer but hey, it didn’t fit what I thought I could kill and what I thought we would turn up over 5 days of hard core hunting.
The buck I was looking at was killed by another hunter in camp on the last day and I couldn’t have been happier for him. He hadn’t killed but a half dozen deer in his life and this deer was a great deer for him. I was so happy that he got the opportunity to head back into that canyon, find him and kill him. He was a good buck. Here he is.


Here’s Dean later on Day 2:

The rest of the week was spent behind the glass. We couldn’t look enough. Hard to believe that we couldn’t spot a single bomber. We never quit looking though and I was proud of our effort. It’s what it takes.


We put some mileage on over the week getting into good vantage points to glass and here is a shot that well represents some of the more precarious footing! Be careful out there, always!

Somewhere along the midpoint of the hunt it snowed a skiff and got a bit cooler. Nights in New Mexico can by crystal clear and if you think there are a lot of stars in the night sky east of the Mississippi try being west of the Rio Grande!! On the final day of the season I pulled out my lucky jacket and hoped it would help turn up a big ‘un! My favorite color is blaze orange!

The time flew by for sure. We only turned up one shed we could retrieve, here it is. It is sitting atop my killing machine, a Browning BAR .243 with a big Swaro up top. And yes, the glass cost more than the gun. Way more. ‘Nuf said, my wife will probably read this!!!

One of the things I like to do every year, and you probably do too, is to tweak my gear. Here is a wrist compass that I was impressed with that really came in handy, especially in new country and on cloudy days when the sun was hidden. Just an easy way to keep directions in front of you without pulling out a compass. I wear a watch that has a light to check time 24/7 and now I will be wearing this wrist compass. It is a good piece of gear for sure. I will let you find the name of it on the internet!

In the waning hours of day when my guide said we were heading into the best place on the last day to glass my spirits were high. I was happy with our sweat, our effort, our time management. Tag soup to me means nothing. If I were not to see a deer to shoot I would have been impressed with the unit and the deer there. Don’t get me wrong. There ARE big deer in that unit. There is a trillion places for them to hide. There are bombers there. The rut was still weeks off and they were heavy and laying up in the all the places that allowed them to become bombers in the first place. There are deer everywhere in that unit. If New Mexico allowed rut hunting they could charge big money!!!

As the afternoon wore on and we were getting to the last ridge of the hunt guess what? I spotted a couple of white butts on “girls” up on the ridge and upon further review, low and behold what was coming over the ridge but a set of horns. Dang, just my luck to have a little wide 3-point in the cross-hairs up on that far ridge. At the sound of the shot he took off running faster than Bill Clinton headed after an intern but I knew he wasn’t going far. It was the last wide-open sprint of his life.

I will apologize for the messy picture in advance. I harp on others to clean up their animals at the kill site for picture taking because I hate nothing more than seeing great bucks on garage floors or laying in pickup beds but this wasn’t to be. The meat I donated to a good charity, the horns will go on the wall.

New Mexico was a special place. Hanging this muley on the wall will help me remember it.

In a unique way, this buck was a bomber. Last day, last canyon, last hour.

I know Dad was smiling from above!

EBT for ALL !!!!

Fairness and Justice in Vietnam, why not in the US?

The lack of prosecution of bankers responsible for the great financial collapse has been a hotly debated topic over the years, leading to the coinage of such terms as "Too Big To Prosecute", the termination of at least one corrupt DOJ official, the revelation that Eric Holder is the most useless Attorney General in history, and even members of the judicial bashing other members of the judicial such as in last night's essay by district judge Jed Rakoff. And naturally, the lack of incentives that punish cheating and fraud, is one of the main reasons why such fraud will not only continue but get bigger and bigger, until once again, the entire system crashes under the weight of all the corruption and all the Fed-driven malinvestment. But what can be done? In this case, Vietnam may have just shown America the way - use the death penalty on convicted embezzling bankers. Because if one wants to promptly stop an end to financial crime, there is nothing quite like the fear of death to halt it.

Monday, November 11, 2013

ObamaCare in a nutshell.............

When one steps back from all the frustration, all the confusion,  all the failures both in the rollout and the mass behavioral experimentation, and the fact that the math just doesn't work, the primary stated purpose behind Obamacare was simple: to provide uniform, affordable (the A in ACA) healthcare for all Americans. But especially to those who are currently uninsured. At least such was the utopian, egalitarian vision behind its conception. Which is also why, stripping away the political posturing, the html coding errors, the funding issues, the biggest failing of Obamacare would be if it opened, and none of America's uninsured came.

Sadly, this last nail in Obamacare's coffin, has just been confirmed with a just released Gallup poll which found that a tiny 18% of uninsured Americans - the primary target population for the exchanges - have so far attempted to even visit an exchange website.