15th
A dream I once had.
I just remembered that I once had this dream where I killed the world’s last polar bear.
This was years ago now.
I was living in post-apocalyptic Toronto. There was no transportation system to speak of. The highways and roadways were no place for travellers.
But my dad was ill back in La Ronge and I needed to see him. So I took my kayak and kayaked up the St.Lawrence, around Newfoundland and Labrador, into Hudson’s bay, down the Churchill river system until I came to La Ronge. When I was rounding the tip of Labrador, I was taking a bathroom break when this old, skinny, matted, and flea bit looking polar bear lumbered towards me. She was half-starved and had desperately lonely eyes. With great effort she raised herself up on her hind legs and came towards me. I reached behind me into my kayak and pulled out my rifle. As she took a staggered towards me, I pulled the trigger and she went down. hard. just fell straight forward.
she took her last breaths as I stood over her and I realized that I had just killed the last polar bear in the world.
I wonder what reminded me of that just now.
