Gerald “Digger” Moravek was a rancher, an early environmentalist, and a dog killer. Just like Kristi Noem, but not.
In the summer of 1984, I lived on the ranch of Gerald “Digger” Moravek, just outside Sheridan, Wyoming. Like many of the ranchers who banded together to establish the Powder River Basin Resource Council, where I was working, Digger was drawn to environmentalism partly for self-interested reasons: in the early 1970s a coal company was blasting near his land and damaging his house. But fighting coal companies and limiting the damage from strip mining was not just a personal issue for Digger, it was a moral issue and a life-defining cause. He sued, helped to launch PRBRC, and I believe that eventually he testified before Congress about the need to regulate strip mining. (Here is testimony he gave at the 10th anniversary of the Surface Mining Control and Reclamation Act; I can’t find his original testimony.)
When I lived with Digger, he was suing another company, Big Horn Coal, for blast damage to his house. There were seismographs in the basement recording the blast waves. A sensible person would have sold out and moved, but his wife was buried on the ranch, and, frankly, he just hated coal companies. He gave me a place to stay, and in exchange I looked after his few remaining animals when he had to travel for depositions. He had ducks, chickens, peafowl, and a few large animals. He also had a dog who lived outside. I rarely saw the dog, even when I was traipsing around feeding the animals. It was old and barely able to move.
It would be a serious mistake to think that Gerald Moravek was a progressive, or even a moderate liberal, just because he was an environmentalist and hated coal companies. Digger was not the kind of person you would be likely to strike up a conversation with at the Met Gala. I won’t share any of his social views. They were bad in 1984 and haven’t aged well. But I need to tell you about Digger and his guns.
Digger was ex-military – rumor had it that he got the name Digger in the army because he drove a used hearse – and he had a lot of guns. When my friend Grant, the executive director of PRBRC, took me out to meet Digger, he was in a shed working on his truck. At first he didn’t say anything to me, or even look up, he just told Grant to take me inside the house and show me around. But then he looked at me and said
“Son, there’s just one thing you need to know. Every gun in that house is loaded.”
And those loaded guns were everywhere; a minor misstep and you could blow your head off doing the laundry. A few months later, Digger drove east to visit me and some other friends. (Yes, we liked each other, although I did not know he liked me until he told me he was coming to visit.) On his trip east he accidentally stayed one night at a motel with a one-way mirror in the room. This evidently made Digger feel unsafe, so he slowly took his pistol apart in front of the mirror, cleaned it, then put it back together and stuck it under his pillow.
This brings us, naturally, to Kristi Noem and her now deceased puppy Cricket.
Noem is an ambitious politician. She decided to tell the world that she shot her misbehaving young dog in a gravel pit because she thought it would win her support from some segment of the voting public. She badly miscalculated; even conservative media is roasting her. I’m not surprised.
Noem was right about one thing: rural people sometimes shoot their dogs. One day I returned home from work and Digger told me that he had put down his dog. He didn’t call a vet and get the dog an injection. He shot it.
And that’s where the similarity with Noem ends. Even hard-bitten libertarian ranchers do not wantonly kill young dogs and then brag about it in public. Noem shot Cricket out of anger. Digger was a reluctant shooter. He had never seemed to care much for his old dog. It was not a pet. I don’t recall him ever using its name. It had belonged to his late father, and Digger had promised his dad he would look after it, so he did. Nevertheless, he was clearly upset about shooting the dog, even though the dog was at the end of its life. He told me what he had done, but he couldn’t talk about it; he cut me off when I started to reply.
There is no way Digger would have shot a misbehaving puppy in a fit of rage. Honestly, what was Noem thinking?
Anyway . . .
During the summer I lived with him, Digger complained to me several times that someone at his bank was telling Big Horn Coal how much cash he had in his account, and the company was running up legal bills to bankrupt him. By the time Digger visited me in the fall he had settled the law suits (you can read about it here, page 5). He was sick with emphysema, and he was out of money, but he continued his work with PRBRC for several years.
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My youngest son and I wandered down to Cody after visiting the Little Big Horn and Custer’s last stand known as “Greasy Grass” by Indians. If you ever want to see want a big ego can do in a battle, go, it was brutal.
Cody is interesting to see and we went through Buffalo Bills Museum. It turned out we knew more about the Greasy Grass Battle than one of their people working there. One day trip.
If you have not been through Wyoming, it was work the journey down from Greasy Grass.
The mountains are magnificent. Eric worked where I would have liked to be.
Back to Ms. Noem.
You do not kill because you can, It is a lack of respect for life whether it be animal or human. She wants to be respected by showing she can do the hard things in life. That was not hard to do. Hard is when you work with the dog and change their ways.
Digger sounds like some of the men I worked with on the scaffolds in Chicago. You learn from them. And then you decide what you want to be or want you do not want to be.
bill
was just thinking about that. visited custer monument. at crow station on the map. monument closed for the day, fenced. not much to see, so i thought about a couple of books i read.
at ‘gettysburgCuster was the yogest general in the union army. led abuot two hunded michigan cavalry against JEB Stuart who had been sent around the union line to appear from behind as Pickett charged the front.Jeb had about 6000 cavary but he was run off the battlefield by Custer. and so Pickett got no help from there.
ten years later he came upon a “big village” of mised sioux, cheyenne, etc. his crow scouts advised him not to. but he attacked the village of 3000 warriors. with his about 200 cavalry. whole thing ran like his charge at Gettysburg. only in reverse. indians said it took about the same amount of time as a hungry man eats his supper.
i don’t think the reporters got the joke.
eventually gave up and got back in my car. went over to the general store to ask for a push. no one looked at me. back outside to think about walking into town to find a garage on sunday to get someone to come out and give me a jump or a push or a tow. along comes a red headed woman. asks me what’s my problem. i tell her. she goes into the store and comes back out with four very big men. she tells them to give me a push. they do, but never look at me.
the next step was to drive from crow station to durham north carolina with a car that won’t start.
simple. don’t stop.
My path to environmentalism started in the woods, hooking logs to helicopters
Good recollection, not unlike rural Oregon in the seventies
Eric:
Respect for all life is essential. You just do not shoot the life out of anything just because you can do it.
Noem wants to prove she can be tough and do the difficult things in life. Except that has not how you do it. It is a lack of respect. And all it proves is that she will do similar with the people she governs sans taking their lives directly.
Some history on the Power River Basin Resource Council