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These short stories are taken from emails sent in by our loyal owners.

“It was another HOT day on the Ticfaw River down here in South Louisiana. Several of us were on at a friend’s camp, actually a barge with a travel trailer on it. It was the day of the Ticfaw 200, a very famous Poker Run that runs from The Prop Stop Inn on the Ticfaw, to points on Lake Maurapas, and Lake Ponchatrain. A 200 mile tough run! Most boats that make the run are in the mid 20′s to up 30 foot range. Most of the smaller boats will make at least one stop by way of car because the lakes can get REALLY ROUGH! That bein’ the weather, and the amount of LARGE boats on the water.

Well, one of my good friends runs it in either a 29′ or 32′ Warlock. (not sure of the length) It was dressed with 2-300 Pro Max’s, and I don’t know how many people! They were at the Prop Stop Inn awaiting the start, while myself, and John, (Gr8 XTB) were waiting for them with video camera in hand, out at the mouth of the river. We weren’t running the Poker Run, just videoing the BLAST OFF! As the boats came out of the river into Lake Maurapuas, me and John were on the wrong side of the river to shoot video of the Warlock. After seeing them come out and head toward Blind River Bar, we cut across the wakes of some big boats to catch up with the Warlock. They were a 1/2 mile ahead of us as we started chasing them. That margin quickly disappeared! We were runnin’ side-by-side with them at 75mph in some 2-3 foot wakes. We had run through a few 3-4 footers to get to them. I was doing what I could to stay running next to them as John was videoing the action! It was all he could do to stay in the boat! About that time, the batteries ran out on the camera, so we stopped our pursuit. What a FUN ride it was though! Gr8 XTB can testify to that also.

Anyway, we went on back to the barge, and hung out the rest of the day. As the Poker Runners were coming back in, one of the crew of the Warlock jumped onto the barge, and said:”I want to shake the hand of the CRAZIEST person I know!!! John, where are you?”…lol… No, I wasn’t the CRAZIEST person he knew because I was driving like I was in that rough water, in an Allison XB2002 Bass boat, John was for riding with me!…hehe… The owner of the Warlock, “Lake Trash” as we affectionately call him, told me he’d never say another bad word about an Allison not being able to run in rough water. Because that was some rough water we were runnin’ 75-78 mph in.

I suppose the main reason I like this story so much over all the other experiences I have had in my XB2002, is because of the comment Lake Trash made. It made me feel proud to be able to change the mind of someone about the rough water capabilities of an Allison. Long Live Rough water Allisons!”

B. Camp
Ponchatoula, La.

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“One memory that comes to mind is when my buddy Jeff from Hawaii came over for a visit in September of 2002. Jeff is not a small person; he is probably over 300 lbs and has the appearance of a Sumo wrestler.

Well, while he was here I decided to take him to the lake in my XB2003/225 PM-SS rig for a day of fishing and cruising. We came across several brand X bass boats during the course of the day, in various power configurations. They were all easy to catch and outrun, but the one that sticks in my mind is a green metal flake BassCat or Triton…one of those dual-console things that looks like most everything else on the market.

These guys were really ripping it. In their minds, I am sure that with their 300PM on the back, they thought they were masters of the lake that day. They were throwing up a rooster tail just a bit higher than the top of their cowling; the sight of that water spray was what caught my attention from across the lake.

I love to hunt these kinds of boats, because Allisons are few and far between in these parts, and most of the guys in the other boats don’t have any idea of what they are about to face. So I gave chase, and by the time I had completed the thought, was crossing their wake from behind and pulling alongside them.

When the driver of the green metal flake bassbarge looked over at me as we were pacing him at about 70, he motioned with his hand in a gesture as if to say “Let’s GO for it!” and he accelerated to about 75-78 mph. I was careful to pace him until I knew he was giving it all he had, then romped the pedal and ticked the trim up very slightly.

I will never forget the sound of Jeff’s cackling laughter, (over the sound of the motor) as we catapulted past the other boat at 87 mph, leaving the green sparkly thing in our wake. Here I’ve got a 300-lb Sumo wrestler in my boat, loaded down for fishing, plus myself at 220 lbs, and still can outrun a boat with two lightweight average guys and a 300 on the transom!

When we were at least a half mile past them, I turned around to go talk with them, but they darted into a cove and were gone. Most of the guys that get beat don’t like to come talk about it with you, and these were no exception.”

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“The other story happened just recently. I have dropped a 280 powerhead onto my midsection, and have been taking it out to the lake for break-in once a week, not giving it wide open throttle for over a minute or so at a time.

Even so, I GPS’d a maximum speed of 99.0 that day, which was fast enough! Had I stayed into the throttle, I know I could have seen triple digits, but I was mindful of the break-in instructions for hours 3-10 of operation…PLUS of course the need for my own seat time at these new speed ranges. I was running a 28ET at 7400 rpm to get that speed, and the boat was loaded with 3 batteries, trolling motor, 1 bag of lead shot for balance, and a full tank of gas plus the kitchen sink.

The Allison is a time machine on a lake. All you have to do is THINK about getting to the other side of the lake, and before you can finish the thought, you’re there!

But the punch line to this story is that a friend of mine from Alameda called me to report that a friend of his was on the lake that day and had made a “sighting” of some unidentified “maniac absolutely tearing the lake up” with “a white and burgundy colored bass or race boat, or something”. It was amusing to hear that I had been spotted on the lake and that people were wondering about what on earth they had just seen!

I have to admit that part of the fun of owning this boat is that it is a rare breed in this part of the country. It gets looks and questions every time I take it out, and here in California people are puzzled when I tell them the nearest dealer is in Dallas, Texas. This only adds to the brand’s mystique.

The XB2003 hybrid race/fish/family boat’s versatility is what attracted me to it, coupled with Allison’s cutting-edge expertise in 100% composite, steel reinforced transom construction. All their boats are working pieces of art, with a pride in craftsmanship that is typically lacking today in most products. They bring 21st-century materials and manufacturing techniques to a 50-year history of successful boat design.

Every so often a product comes along that is at the elite end of its niche–and for performance boats, Allison does everything right to earn this accolade. With the XB2003, you can fish one day, race later the same day, come back to the dock and reconfigure the seating and re-prop to a 21 High Five, and hit the water for another day of skiing and tubing family fun. There is nothing else like it on the market, and the quality is unsurpassed.”

L. Jones
Napa Valley, CA

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“Guess the best story I have is when I had the 140 Suzuki on my boat.

I was coming out of the locks on the Calcasieu River and a 20′ Baja Outlaw pulled up alongside of me. So I hammered down on it and so did the Baja. I had just read an article on the 20′ Outlaw and knew they would only do 60-61mph. I had GPSed my boat, with the 140, at 63.2mph.

So here I am in a 20′ 2″ bass boat, trolling motor and all with a lil’ 140 on back out runnin’ this 20′ Baja Outlaw. I back off after awhile and start heading to the boat ramp. All of a sudden I hear the roar of a car engine powered boat. I look back and here comes the Baja again. SO I did what I had to do and got back in it. There wasn’t much boat traffic on the water and I could only get to 63mph so I stay in it for about a mile or so. After that the Baja got the message.

I would love to have heard what he was telling that pretty girl in his boat about getting outrun by a bass boat with a 140 on it.”

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“Here’s the truth. Last BASS federation qualifier for the season finished 7th in the state which now means I go to the State Championships for bite at the state team.

So blast off that tournament morning was warm with a little chop and some tug boat waves. My first spot hole was about a 30 mile run. The post spawn bite was going to be difficult.

I drew number 8 out and this guy with a 20ft triton with 225 merc efi, drew 7th. Cocky, arms out wide and a wad of chew under the his lip, he says to me ” hey, it looks like I won’t be able to see how fast that little boat can go. I drew number 7, heard you drew 8?”. I looked up from my front deck, and quietly said, yep, its hard to get a great look at her when you’re stuck looking her tail.” My draw partner laughed and the “big” man just stood there. Seconds went by and I couldn’t help myself. I politely suggested: “Ya know, I suggest you look at her as she passes you or if it would make you more comfortable take an 8×10 pic now so you can take it home put it next to your bed stand”. The man quietly said, my boat and such-n-such boat and such-n-such boat has never been passed. I responded, too bad the rest of the Dixie Chicks aren’t here to get passed too. He laughed, spit and walked back to his boat.

At blast off- the boats were let go one at a time with about 1 minute plus head start. Mr. #7, looked at me laughed, then spit and gave me the “bye bye” sign. He took off and rounded the corner out to the big river and disappeared. I thought to myself, “maybe this time you should have keep your big mouth shut, David! Why did you even respond to E-Gor?”. Once my number was called I put the “white filly” into SHOW TIME!!! and out to the big river we went. 3 minutes or so went by and in the far distance I saw white wash from a bass boat. I won’t lie I felt a little excited, “THE CHASE was on”, I thought. Bit by bit, my little baby ate up that Triton’s trail. Minutes went by, but it seemed like a life time and soon I was a 100 yards behind “big mouth”. Then we hit some giant ocean liner rollers (6 plus feet). The Triton didn’t prepare he got launched and landed on his side, powered through the rest. I hit them straight and even and jumped off the second to last one, landing on the last one for cushion. And the race was on again!, but by now I am only 70 yards behind him and catching him ever so slowly. We rounded the corner and into the other big river. I took the inside corner cause he forced me into the shallow water, but I knew that bank real well and ran in 2-3 foot shallows for about 1/4 then back into his wash. Looking ahead I saw big rollers again but this time I jump Triton’s wake and ran the outside of the rollers only having to jump one. Triton tried to do the same, we hit the roller at the same time, I was looking down into his boat. He re-entered the water on his side again and I landed true and straight, hit the throttle and off we went. My draw looked back and said “dude!!! he is 20 yards behind you and coming fast, then seconds later he says he is about 40 yards” A minute later he turns and looks and said, “he is still there!”. I yell, “how far?” He responds about 100 yards. I laugh. We finally reach our spot and my draw partner says “I can’t believe it … this thing just ate a 225 on a Triton… I can’t believe it. Dude, you rip! I responded, I wish it was me but it’s the boat, it’s that simple!!”. At weigh in, big mouth didn’t say much, he just walked over to the ALLISON and looked in it. His draw partner was telling his friends about the ordeal. For some reason I think they both got a good “look” at the Allison. Fish on little Ally!”

Hollywood

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