I couldn't help but chuckle at the first words out of Fred Novy's mouth as I shook his hand, my neck bowed against a chilly breeze sifting across the tarmac at the airport in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory.
"First time here?" Novy asked. "Oh, you're going to bleeping love it. Bleeping love it!"
The "it" that Novy was raving about was the lake trout, Northern pike, Dolly Varden and Arctic grayling fishing in the deep wilderness of the Yukon, the northwestern most of Canada's territories.