“””Do I gotta axe?””””
They are “yutes”, Jim.
When I was in my 20’s I managed a retail store in Anchorage.
One time an urban ute decided to gibsmedat on a sports team jacket and run to the door.
I ran after him, then he pulled a knife on me, I backed off and continued to follow until he got into a nice car. I picked up a nice 8 pounder rock and tossed it into the side of the vehicle. Figure I got my money’s worth... a few grand in damage for a $200 jacket.
My boss called me Bronson for a while. And he told me to not do that again... was back in 1992 or so. Today I’m sure I’d have been sued and fired for it.