Across the border in Alberta is a cliff called Head-Smashed-In-Buffalo-Jump. Maybe the local tribes got more buffalo by chasing them there. The place is named after an Indian who stood at the bottom of the cliff to watch the herd fall, and was killed because some of the buffalo landed on him. My brother visited there, a few years back.
Maybe because they didn’t have writing, and the last person who knew the recipe for the bbq sauce died?
Regardless, great name, definitely know what’s going on there. Analogous to Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg in Webster, Massachusetts. Alas, “is famously known for its 45-letter name, which is often humorously translated as ‘You fish on your side, I’ll fish on my side, and nobody fish in the middle.’ This translation, however, is a hoax created in 1921 by Laurence J. Daly, editor of The Webster Times, as a joke.”