If there’s one thing I can pass on to the next generation it’s not to go hiking in the Canadian woods by ones self, you hear? Now I got lucky, real lucky, but had I not bought my rifle with me… who knows what could have happened?
Let me start from the beginning. I had gone hiking before in various woods, from Berlin to the famed woods of the Tscheck Mountains but only in places which weren’t renowned for having bears. Why was I in Canada? My grandmother was sick, it’s that simple.
So there I was, minding my own business, enjoying the nature when suddenly I get confronted by, you guessed it, humans. Well children, as you can imagine I had no choice but shoot them. They were clearly hostile and who knows how they might have tortured and misused me if I had let my guard down. They even tried poisoning me by offering me food. It’s a dangerous world out there and one must always be ready.
By Sam Wasserman, 17, BBS, Berlin, Germany