Names for a Duck Boat??????????????????

[Anatidae]

Our boats bare the following names;
<UL TYPE=SQUARE><LI>'Killer' is a 17'sq-stern Grumman canoe built in 1950...('killer to sit-in for more than 4 hours), but is deadly when it comes to hiding from the ducks.<LI>'The Titanic' was a kit-jon boat....made of an inferior grade of aluminum. 'Am afraid it would suffer it's namesake's fate, if we hit any obstacle in freezing weather, so it was sold for scrap.<LI>'Cheata' is a Weld-Bilt 1542 w/40hp tiller....does about 35mph, loaded. [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]<LI>'Anne's boat' is what my wife uses when I have to work and can't go hunting. It's a 1436 w/15hp.<LI>'Salad Shooter' will be the Go-devil we plan to buy, next.</UL>

You know, a feller can't have too many duck boats. I like names of the boats that Goosebruce had as a hellion in his teenage years. Maybe he'll tell ya'll what he called his. [img]images/smiles/icon_wink.gif[/img]

[ August 13, 2001: Message edited by: Anatidae ]

[QuackerTracker]

I named mine the "Trigger Happy Quacker Tracker"

[CSA Duckhunter]

How about 'Duck Downer' [img]images/smiles/icon_razz.gif[/img] A little cheesy. I like all those new bumper stickers Mack's Prairie Wings has got this year: 'Quack Kills', 'Hooked on Quack' [img]images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif[/img]

[damnyankee]

PT-109

[zanzan]

We have one called "Veg-O-Matic", another called "TROUBLE" and the other one says "HUUKED ON FONIKS".

[B.LONG]

'NORDERN BLUEBILL' from a classic hunting story in AUTUMN PASSAGES. I can't recall for certain but I think a big french canadian referred to the greater scaup that hung around until every bit of water was frozen before leaving as nordern bluebills.

[goosebruce]

Don't know if this will cut and paste right, lets try it. Reposted from the Mighty Layout Boys website.....

This was originally posted by Travis (aka Goosebruce) on the Duck Hunters' Boat Page on 05 September 1999, as a part of a thread on naming boats. It has been edited slightly for clarity.
We had a boat that floated into our duck hole from the St Francis river. Called it the Mud Stud. Heaviest none paddling boat I ever saw. Eventually, the St Francis reclaimed it, interestingly enough about 40 miles from where it gave it to us. Several times, we thought that boat from hell was gone, once we showed up to our duck hole & boat was gone, stuck on the last dirt clod between us & the starting of a long trip to the gulf. Luckily I was too young for the 1000 yard hike to retrieve it. Axe holes in bottom from chopping ice out of it (don't try that at home!), been sunk numerous times, couple of transoms & 1/4 thick paint. The day that devil boat was gone was no great loss.
The Mud Stud II was actually a borrowed boat that was never returned. Got dropped out of the back of a truck one day on the way to a drunken high school fishing trip, interesting enough I was right in the fact the tailgate should of been down. Boat arched out of truck over tailgate, hit end of rope at top of trajectory, & stopped a Toyota truck in its tracks! Gigged the majority of my frogs out of that boat, only jon boat I ever had sex in, & drank probably 10000 beers in it (& oh yeah, killed a duck or 2). The day of the flight, we knocked a big hole in the bottom of it, chewed bubble gum & stuck it in hole so we could fish. Thats the boat we frog gigged outta on prom night, before we went to the parties. Thats the boat i got arrested for shooting frogs in a drunken stupor.
The Mud Stud III still sits outside my shed. The bottom is bent to hell & back where it sank in back yard with motor & batteries in it, ramp broke on the pull out. That boat has broke a ton of ice, that was the boat everyone told me I couldn't break open a 10 inch deep bean field with. Late comers that morning later told me they thought UFOs had landed the way lights where going everywhere, & the god awful sounds from below the ridge. We busted the hell outta some ducks that day.

They're have been a couple other jon boats in my life, they never had enough character to carry the mud stud name. My newest boat, a 1648 polarcraft hasn't ever received a name (except for 'the green lab' when I fetch ducks in the ice for everyone). I think the mud stud days are behind me, which is good for everyone involved I suppose. But I still got a mud stud in the yard, maybe next spring on a hot rainey nite, if ya'll listen carefully you can hear the frogs calling, the pop tops opening, & a young girl saying she likes riding in boats. Damn, its almost enough for me to steal a gas station pump stick for a gig pole, dig out a qbeam, & pray for rain. travis

Since that has been written, the mudstud III was turned into a field blind for the kids, and placed in the middle of 80 acres of rice in a low spot. A blind was built around it, and the ditch painstakenly stopped up with 2 tons of mud. Waited paitently for a rain, and when it came, it was 6 inchs and blew the damn out. Never even loaded a shell on that field, but have whacked a few geese off it before and after that incident. I went, a month after the season, and hooked my truck to that POS boat, and dragged it to the side of the gravel. Looked like some kinda "illegitimate child" truck pull, me pulling a john boat, with a plywood deck soaked with water across a muddy ricefield. I tried to load the boat by myself into the truck, and the water soaked deck was too much (it had a LOT of wood in it, all floored for the kids to lay in). So I said, welp, time for this boat to haunt someone else, and left it next to the gravel. I went back over 3 weeks later, just to make sure, but I knew someone stole it within a day over there (lots o rouges in that area). Figgered maybe some other lost soul could have that baot cause them as much misfortune it had caused me! hehe. But I did kill a bunch o ducks, and catch a LOT of fish from that one. Thats the boat that me and my brother fell outta after hitting a stump on island 40 chute. Thats the boat that came off the truck at 70 mph on I40 one morning at 330am, when I hadnt ever been to bed. It came to rest, upright, sunk in 6 inches of mud, and a diesel wrecker stopped and gave us a chain to pull it out (was in my 2wd dating truck at the time), and we werent stopped 5 minutes total... Went to bed that night bout 7pm, after a cooler of bass caught and 2 coolers of Lite drank (before i was a coronie man too btw). I've owned, stole, or borrowed too many johnboats to list, and a few bassboats too. Only the really good (or bad) ones ever got the mudstud name (and the bassboats where always just refered to by their color). Some didnt have trailers,but some had the trickest homemade livewells, dual batteirs, and built in chargers. All but the bassboats and the new polarkraft leaked. Several have sank. Several have been invovled with run ins with the law. Only thing more numerous than the boats, have been trolling motor mounts, and I cant tell you how many I have rigged, wore out, and broke. I remember the day mark and I where perch jerking on island 40, and I knocked the trolling motor completely off the boat (again, in a drunken high school stooper). Tryed to fish for an hour, with me sticking trolling motor in water, and pushing button and watcxhing it hit the side of boat...Ended up, the carp where spawning, and we caught carp on ultralite bream poles and drank the rest of the day, drifitng with the wind. Of course, after a coupla hours, we had hooked nuff cats to tear our crap up, and we where WAY to drunk to rerig, so we just forgot bout fishing and concentrated on drinking. Thats a kinda trip that makes it a mudstud. I remember cranking weighted db3's on austell in that boat, once again I aint been asleep all night. Paused once, and fell asleep, woke up to my slow risinig db3 done floated up 18 foot to the surface, and my foot on trolling motor.. Bam, right into a tree. But we got into a school of the biggest crappie Id ever seen, and probably had a dozen 2# plus crappies on the floor of the boat before we spooked em, on big chrome crankbaits. Dats a mudstud trip. Never caught a bass that day! Fished 3 rivers in one day one time, in a mudstud, Mississippi, Tenn, and Columiba. Fred rode in mudstuds from time to time, he was present in several of the famous stories. Can't tell you how many times a mudstud went into a ditch, that folks said you couldnt gig. How many fishing trips, including the one we didnt have money for a lauch fee, so we lauched in someones back yard. Water was high that year, and we caught spinnerbait fish off rosebushes and clothes lines! How many camping trips, and midnight beaver hunts. How many frog gigging trips, and duck hunts, Ive been on with a member of the mudstud family. A bunch. Still aint felt right to name my new (est) boat. Harder to do now most of the wild stuff doesn happen any more. travis

[Johnboy114]

QUACKED!