“There was lots. Put it like that,” he said. “I guess a good way to put it is we could do our fishery for our family of 50.

“When I was a teenager, we could have all our fishery done in a matter of five days – all the fish caught.”

Days spent at the fish camp were about more than just fish; it was a time to celebrate tradition, bring extended family together, and – most importantly – harvest the revered fish, which would provide subsistence and food security during the Yukon’s cold and dreary winters.

Since then, Sidney says things have changed – drastically.

“Nothing. Zero. Today there is (no fish).”