I am from the Yukon River, from fish nets and fish wheels.

I am from fish camp upriver, from boat-rides downriver to the Yukon Venture bridge, from the Northwest by Warbelow’s Air.

I am from dirt roads, sandbars, from watching Monday night RAW to the Fairbanks evening news.

I am from the mountains scenery, from Denyeet ‘aane – Steven’s Village people “canyon dwellers.”

I am from Lost Creek and Dull River, from the lakes to the Hot Springs.

I am from Moose Head Soup to filleting king salmon. I am from a proud Neets’aii Gwich’in man.

I am from a beautiful Koyukon Athabascan whose tradition runs strong. From respect, discipline, hard-work and sweat.

I am from the Yukon River. From a very remote, dead, silent village.

I am from SVS.