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The same thing happened to us here in North Dakota a few years ago. First a bird (plane) flew over and next thing you know, some out-of-stater dropped by and started taxing us. Ignorance was bliss, let me tell you.
It's too cold for going naked here so we all had red and blue jumpsuits on like some in the tribe picture. We had bows and arrows, but would never shoot up in the air like that since there are dang few trees here making arrows quite valuable. We do have deep grass everywhere, since all the buffalo died and arrows land, I know not where, you know. More than one warrior has painfully stepped in a prairie dog hole while looking for his arrow. Prairie dogs taste like chicken, by the way.
Since then, we have gotten the internet which has brought us more up to date and helped us avoid being pushed into Montana or Canada. Not that we couldn't take 'em.
Just kidding, having a little fun.
Good post, Ron. I didn't know that uncontacted people existed anymore.
P.S. We're taking donations so as to remain natural and unsullied.
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