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One of the first jobs I had in Alaska was flying crews of native Alaskans all over the old Naval Petroleum Reserve, cleaning up all the trash, 55 gal drums, plywood, etc. left there by the uncaring crews of the '50s. We were living in a tent camp on a gravel bar in the Colleville River. One morning at breakfast a young native worker took a frozen Arctic Char (a fish) out of the freezer, and with his knife was striping off long slices and eating them. Across the table was a Texan supervisor eating his breakfast of eggs, and lots of bacon. Horrified, the Texan said, "how can you eat that crap!" Undaunted, the young native kid looked at him and calmly said, "Crap? You're sitting there eating something that came out of a chicken's butt, and you call what I'm eating crap?" Classic contrast in cultures.