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I knew someone who managed to get arrested for "driving" drunk in Washington state. It was a small town just outside a small First Nations reservation (Tulalip), and he rode his horse down to the bar. Got slumped-over, blind drunk. Got on the horse, which wanted to go back to his buddies at home and knew the way. Watching some half-dead-drunk dude slopping around on his horse was too much for the cop; even though the 'horse knows the way' was true, the drunk still got a ticket. And no, he wasn't First Nations; his late wife was, which is why he was allowed to own 5 acres on the reservation until his own death just a couple of years back.
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