Fellow Woody Boater Bryan Crutchfield sent in his childhood memory he is trying to find. She did not have a name he knew about, but you can bet if we can find her, a new name will be found. Do you own this boat? Know where it is?
Here are some great old snapshots and as much history as Bryan can recall.
The two little boys on the boat are my friend and his older brother. The boat spent a lot of time on Evans Lake in the Irish Hills area of MI. His brother had it last on either Union Lake in Waterford, Mi or White Lake in the same area and he sold it around the year 2000 +/- a few years. My friend mentioned that you can see when they brought it home it was missing a cleat in the front in that picture with the two little boys. So later his dad just took off the front cleats.
One picture has the boat registration number so if it’s still in Michigan it may have the same number.
It was 35 years ago and his brother sold the boat after his dad died in the 90’s. I can find similar boats online but unfortunately that one is lost to time.
His dad had re-powered though with either a 351 Ford or 350 Chevy. I think it was the Chevy. I just remember that thing would snap us out of the water after it got the new engine.
We could sit on the dock and do dock starts after that and see if we could make the 1.5 mile run around the lake without getting our swimsuits wet. We had as many as 6 skiers at a time behind the boat and used to build small pyramids. Along with tubing on giant tractor tubes, but those would rub our chests raw and those darn stems were killers. I liked knee boards and trick skiing and jumping the giant wake that boat used to throw off.
My favorite story is pulling up to their house when I was about 17 and I was excited to see the boat out in the driveway. That meant it was going in the water soon and we could ski after the boards swelled for a week. His dad walked up to me smiled and said,”yep, you’re here often enough” and promptly slapped a sanding block in my hands. It was time to revarnish the boat. Two days later I had a new appreciation for her and a little pride that I had done a little of the work when someone dropped the inevitable compliment.