In today's reading response discussion today, I tried to think from the hunters' point of view. If I were one of the American/Canadian hunters that day on the icy tundra, my day would have gone like this:

"George, wake up!" I hear from the lower level of the small Alaskan cabin. I had traveled a long way from Prince Edward Island to go hunting with Len this morning, so I hop out of bed, change, and trudge down the stairs. Len had prepared a breakfast of burnt toast with a little jelly smeared across the top, but what do you expect from a young man that dropped out of college to live with his mom? I it choke down quickly and we leave the house. Once seated safely in the bush plane, we set off for the short trip from Point Hope to the barren game territory. Me and Len don't expect to shoot much, it bieng winter and all, but an occational wolf or bear turn up one in a while. 30 minutes out of Point Hope, I see a few movements down below that cause me to tell Len to drop down close to the frozen ground. Then I know I definetly see something. Out comes a monsterous creature. Many things flash through my mind. I remember how I had always been told that wolves are vicious and terrible creatures that ought to be wiped out. I feel hate to wolves because when my cousin was 14, he found a wolf pup and felt sorry for it, so he tried to help, but the pup's mother came back and my cousin didn't return home at dinner. I motion to Len, grab my gun and shower down the bullets in pure hatred twards the beast and it's kind. The huge wolf doged, but then I find a clear target and shoot. The wolf collapses and a strong prick of dispair touches me. I had killed this magnificant creature. There was the beautiful, limp body on the ground, staining the crystal white snow to a dark red. A lump as big as a basketball forms in my throat. I feel a pain like I haven't felt so horribly ever before. Guilt of taking a life seeps into my body. I tell Len that we should go back and he protestest, "But don't you see, you shot the thing! It's huge, and it's ours! We can make big money off of this!!!"

"NO!! TAKE US BACK, I DON'T WANT IT!" I yell at him. He shrinks back in his seat and we fly back in silence.

I think when we think from both points of view, our understanding of any book increases.

With my book chat group today, I wondered about Miyax's father. There seems to be more to the story with him. Where is the proof? Why is it that all of a sudden this amazingly skilled seal hunter goes out to do what he does almost everyday, and dies? The mystery is the broken kayak. Why did Kapugen if he is alive show otherwise by breaking his kayak in to pieces? I think Martha might have something to do with Kapugen's disappearance too. Martha never liked the Eskimo ways or people and didn't seem to have any affection to Miyax either. Maybe she did the whole thing. We'll have to keep on reading to learn the real story, so stay tuned and read on!


I found this beautiful photo of an Alaskan beach on google images, but the photo was taken by Scott Dickerson from surfalaska.net so check out some of that photography by the link.

Amaroq is a creature worth writing about. Amaroq one of the most amazing animals I have ever read about. He is a leader, a friend, a father, a mate, a risk-taker, and a responsible authority over his pack. Amaroq seems to always have everything under control and organized. His majestic nobleness is shown when he brings an outsider into his home, accepts her for who she is, and shares everything his family has to offer with her. Amaroq is a skilled hunter, and has a gorgeous figure. He is one great wolf.


Thank yet again to http://www.wildnatureimages.com/! Really, you should check out some of their photography!

In my book chat during humanities class a few days ago, I realized that none of us really took into consideration what the author's message is to us. I studied the text further and realized that the message is about respect to all living beings. The wolf is an animal that is feared and is usually known as a beast, a cruel, vicious carnivore. When we look deeper into "Julie and the Wolves", we find that she and her father have great respect for animals and nature. The pups that Miyax (Julie) adored had the same eagerness to play and jump about as one of our own tame puppies at home. The wolves are really like our domesticated dogs and puppies. Miyax encounters fierceness in Jello, who is an outlaw in the pack. Jello acts like many people would think all wolves do. Snarling, mean, and bloodthirsty, letting no life form get in the way of him except his own kind. Deep down, I think many people could learn a thing or two about these proud, and brave-hearted creatures from Miyax's journey with the wolves.



thanks to http://www.wildnatureimages.comfor the cool photo!