There have been so many things written about the symbolism and metaphor of peoples fear of wildness. Fencing out the coyotes while they turn their backs to their own wildness, shooting wolves as they kill off every last will full part of themselves. I’m not really up to writing my own rendition, and I’m also more interested in the living breathing reality of things at the moment.
So here’s what’s happening. Wolves are eating peoples dogs. People are upset. They want to kill the wolves, or they want the government to do it. Or allow it.
I’m kind of confused about why wolves are eating peoples dogs. I had only heard of/experienced this once in my life, when I was a little little kid or maybe not even born yet because I don’t remember it, just remember hearing about it. It was when we were out on trapline, and one of the dogs was sick. We went to bed one night and when we woke up in the morning he was gone. There was just his collar, a couple bones, a few drops of blood, and a lot of wolf tracks to show what had happened. The other dogs hadn’t said a peep. My mom told me that that was wolves place in the scheme of things, that they usually only eat sick animals and only resort to healthy ones when there’s nothing else to eat.
So why are wolves coming down into the edges of towns and eating dogs? It might have to do with the men who come from Texas and Montana (I danced for them, dozens of them, this summer) to Kill A Caribou or Kill A Moose. I know it’s a bad year for hares. Some BLM people said that wolves might just be more acclimated to people then ever before. I’m not really buying that as a total cause.
I don’t worry about Bro being eaten by wolves, because I don’t leave him tied up outside where there are wolves. Or bears. Common sense, yanno.