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.
We Can Make A Difference.
12 years ago
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