Back in Canada eh?

My first surprise on Canadian soil was the security, very extensive. A young girl asked me questions in an accentt so thick I wasn't sure I was home yet. The baggage handler was a different story, "Where ya coming from?" "Vietnam", said I. "Oh, you'll be glad to get home and have a beer eh?" The familiar EH? from Newfie to BC, can't miss it. The Aussies I traveled with in Vietnam mentioned my using it. Does another country have a comparable, familiar expression of companionship? I can't recall.
My second surprise were the deer. Big healthy and numerous Elk lining the side of the highway, deer in the streets. I do mean the streets. On the way home from the beer store, I took the baggage guy's advice. There were deer in the street, on the sidewalk. They are not polite deer. No respectful stepping aside, just a damn uppity glare and tail wag. In South East Asia; if a deer gives you any lip, he's in the pot, period. Actually I never saw any animal that wasn't a pet or live stock there. I take that back there were the snakes, but they were pickled in booze. Canada eh? the land where food just walks around.
I was driving the Delica back from College of the Rockies. I needed a fishing fix. I have missed 'opener' on the Great lakes. A tackle shop on the highway filled the need. I walked in, mentioned that I'm a; float fishing, steel header from the Lakes. Tthe owner lit up. We talked fishing for the next forty minutes. It turns out he minor rivers are protected for the cutthroat trout spawning. The Kananaskis is open and you pretty well fish it just the same as the rivers back home, almost. I wanted to shout 'same same only different'. Now here is a guy my Ontario fishing buddy Frank could spent a Thunder Bay winter with and never run out of topic to chat about.
I might just have to buy rod and fly reel. Anyone need an imitation Armani wallet.