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Reports > 2018 > May > Tuesday 22
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
 
By Eric Granstrom
 
For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. There she sits. A thing of beauty. Well, of course, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Occupying a space in the fresh gravel I had hauled in, just for her. I stare at her every time I go to leave in the morning and each time I come home at night. She doesn't say anything. She can't. But without a word, it's just the look she gives me. This wanton leer trying to nudge me into action. Her broad bow beckoning me to turn my truck around, back up to her and take her out. She's not young. She just turned 39. She was born right here in the Pacific Northwest in Arlington, Washington. She was delivered in Wenatchee at Bob Feil Boats and Motors. She spent most of her life on Lake Chelan out of the Mill Bay Boat Launch. She has a broad, fiberglass smile with a chine that resembles her wooden, older sisters. She's a beautiful craft that has many stories to tell. I've had her for three years and it seems we don't get out nearly as much as I, or she would like. Hopefully soon honey, hopefully soon. Until next time, Good Fishing!