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Pedal Kayaks

Review of the Old Town Predator PDL Kayak

Eddyline Equinox Kayak Review

Review of the Native Watercraft Ultimate FX Propel 13 Kayak

Review of Winner Kayaks

Perception Pescador Pilot 12.0 Pedal Fishing Kayak Review

Review of the Jackson Kayak Coosa FD (Foot Drive)

The Sit In Sun Dolphin Aruba Review

Review of Sit-On-Top Kayak, The Perception Prodigy 10.0

Review of the Hobie Angler 17T Kayak

Fissot Fishing Kayak Review

Inflatable Kayaks

Aire Lynx Inflatable Kayak Review

Intex Explorer K2 Inflatable Kayak

Sevylor Big Basin 3-Person Inflatable Kayak Review

Sevylor Coleman Colorado Two-Person Fishing Kayak Review

Driftsun Voyager Inflatable Kayak Review

Paddle Kayaks

Perception Triumph 13.0 Kayak Review

Lifetime Youth Wave Kayak Review

Vibe Kayaks Yellowfin 130T 13-Foot Tandem Review

Viking Profish 440 Kayak-Review

The Review of the Vibe Skipjack 90 Kayak

Vibe Kayaks Sea Ghost 130 13 foot Angler Review

Dagger Axis 10.5 Kayak Review

Sun Dolphin Bali SS 10-Foot Sit-on top Kayak Review

Kayak Reviews. Why Kayaks? A brief history.

Why we Yak. Why we review them.

I can’t remember when we didn’t have a kayak lying around. Our wild uncle — we called him “Ace” — introduced us in 1959 to the joys of paddling, Ace on a visit to our small farm in central Kansas, Ace just back from what he called “an expedition.” He brought us a battered fiberglass kayak, sort of red, strapped to the trunk of his ’58 Oldsmobile convertible.

The Hughes Boys

My brothers and I spent our boyhood in the outdoors. We weren’t poor exactly, but damned close. And so we made our own fun, invented our play, changed the rules hour to hour. But we Hughes boys were so lucky in our location, our home not a hundred yards from what here in Kansas passes for a river. And we took Ace’s gift, and we put some miles on that boy, each of us drawing a straw to determine who was first into the water, the rest of us waiting our turn, yelling at whichever brother happened to be in the river, criticizing at high volume his navigational skills, the abysmal fluidity of his paddling.

The Hughes Men

We grew to be men and, inevitably, the first major purchase arising from a first job was a kayak, an expensive model in which we might invest our childish pride. And we Hugheses, we found more and more perfect places to be together on the water, at last one kayak per one brother. We hooted on our share of Colorado’s whitewater. We challenged each other on rivers raging at the silliness of our attempts. We yakked, and we did not drown.

In time, the White River down in Arkansas became our favorite vacation gathering place. On the White we could camp in seclusion, fish at any hour, and find now and then small Class I rapids, nothing too adrenalized, just right for some aging children looking to be as one in the great reach and heft of it all.

We Hughes brothers, we know whereof we speak.

-John Howard Hughes