For months, I’ve thought about getting a fishing license from the Choctaw Nation, as I have mostly decided that, for the first time since I was a teenager, to take the sport back up and get out there on Oklahoma’s waters and, hopefully, figure out some of these issues of forced masculinity that I continually wrestle with.
But, as soon as I was in a popular sporting goods store looking for a new rod and reel, news came out over the wire that Gov. Kevin Stitt, in his constant temper tantrum with the Indigenous populace of Oklahoma, announced that he would not renew the state’s current hunting and fishing license agreements with the Cherokee and Choctaw Nations.
Fuck.