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Reports > 2020 > July > Tuesday 28
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
 
By Eric Granstrom
 
For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. I could never repay my Dad for introducing me to the great outdoors. He'll be 78 in January and I know our time is dwindling. That's why, whenever I get a chance, I get him out and do some hunting or fishing. Such was the case Friday when I suggested we run up to Brewster and try for some sockeye. He was up for the challenge, so after I finished up some work in the office, off we went. I knew the Brewster launch would be crazy, even though we were getting on-location at 3:30 in the afternoon. So we launched further downriver and made the 10-minute run to the fishing grounds. I couldn't believe my eyes as we motored down and I checked the screen on the fish-finder. It was FULL from top to bottom! Lines were in the water by 4 o'clock and we had our first fish in the box by 5. Then it went dead quiet. We were finally giving up two hours later when BAM! Fish on! It was flopping on the floor when BAM-BAM! A double. Limits in hand and memories for a lifetime. Until next time, Good Fishing!