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Who Holds The Keys
A male-versus-female rap battle between Matt B. and the Crooked Hooker over who really runs the boat, finds the largemouth and pays the bills.
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Crew Transport · Floating Headquarters · Thursday-Night Princess
The little princess that gets the crew to the fishing hole every Thursday night: a 2006 Triton SP185 with a Mercury Optimax 115, a documented 42.3 mph attitude and enough electronics to know exactly where the fish are choosing not to cooperate.
Year / hull2006 Triton SP185
OutboardMercury Optimax 115
Weight1,148 lb dryYou do not ask a lady this. We looked it up.
Fuel22 gal
Top speed42.3 mphRecorded on the Humminbird
Official Soundtrack
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▶Brand Theme · 4:30
Who Holds The Keys
A male-versus-female rap battle between Matt B. and the Crooked Hooker over who really runs the boat, finds the largemouth and pays the bills.
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▶Crew File · 4:52
Crooked Hooker, back her down slow
The Crooked Hooker origin anthem—from Marshall’s joke at Pickwick to the boat, the crew and the name that refused to go away.
Crew File 0000 · Crook'd Hook'rDrop the needle →The little princess who gets us there every Thursday.
Every Thursday night, she gets the crew off the trailer and out to the fishing hole. She may complain, she may demand fuel, and she may make everybody listen closely to the first crank, but she gets the job done.
She does not like being asked whether she is going to start. Turn the key first, then panic.
She runs better on gasoline than encouragement and has never accepted ‘I thought we had enough’ as a fuel-management strategy.
She has seen enough grown men pee over the side to know that confidence and accurate measurements are two completely different things.
She would appreciate everybody keeping their shoes off her seats, putting the rear seat back where it belongs, and not leaving beer cans, torn worm bags, clipped line and discarded soft plastics all over her floor.
She is old enough to know what she likes, young enough to still run 42.3, and vain enough to accept new SeaDek, lights, a wrap, trailer shoes and a little cosmetic work without argument.
One-Boat Network: entirely too much technology for people this unsupervised.
Because apparently a bass boat now needs an IT department.
Lets the crew watch fish ignore expensive baits in real time.
Dedicated to forward-facing sonar because one giant screen was considered reasonable.
Charting, mapping and proving the waypoint was fine before Mushy got involved.
Keeps the sonar pointed at the fish while the fishermen invent new ways not to catch them.
Spot-Lock, steering and the closest thing aboard to an employee who follows instructions.
Can drop a waypoint or command TargetLock without taking a hand off the rod.
The boat has better internal networking than some offices.
Waypoints, screenshots and the ongoing attempt to make the phone part of the boat instead of another thing to lose.
The part everyone suddenly becomes an expert on when she does not fire immediately.
Scars, tape, welding and questionable navigation.
Treat the lady right.
- No ‘scoot closer.’ She is an SP185, not a party barge. Manage your own personal space.
- No dribbling in the boat. If nature calls, aim outside and try not to make her laugh.
- Do not step on the seats unless there is genuinely no other option. She is not into being walked all over.
- Put the rear seat back up when you are done. Nobody likes having their backside left hanging out.
- Pick up beer cans, fishing line, worm bags, used plastics and whatever exploded out of your tackle box.
- Put gas in the Crook’d Hook’r before beginning a forty-minute electrical diagnosis.
- Check the plug, kill switch, batteries and fuel before accusing her of being dramatic.
- Red buoys are navigation aids, not speed bumps. We have already completed that experiment.
- If she starts on the first crank, act normal. Do not spook her.
- Nobody blames the boat until Mushy has been formally ruled out.
Things the Crook’d Hook’r would probably say.
High-maintenance lady support program
Keep the Crook’d Hook’r in tip-top shape.
Gas, oil, batteries, trailer shoes, SeaDek, lights, a full wrap, service, the future fleet or the eventual replacement plan. Pick the problem you would most enjoy enabling.
$25.00 → Put Some Gas in Her
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One Crook’d Hook’r per lake.
Imagine a wrapped Crook’d Hook’r boat stored near every major fishing lake we cover. Each one could carry its own QR code, local sponsor panel and lake identity. Marinas, tackle shops, hotels, restaurants, dealers and other local businesses could sponsor the boat that actually fishes their water.
The boat becomes transportation, content studio, local billboard and sponsorship inventory all at once. The bigger the lake network gets, the less this sounds like a joke and the more it sounds like a very expensive business plan.
Bless her. She gets us to the fishing hole.
She survived a red buoy at night, welding, Flex Seal tape, two decades of fishermen and whatever Thursday throws at her next. The crew remains the most questionable equipment aboard.