Location de bateaux dans Traverse City

Traverse City Revues

1. DH

   DAVID

   Le meilleur rapport qualité-prix ! Sea Ray est plus âgé mais bien entretenu à Torch Lake

   Chris went above and beyond for us. On the day of the rental the boat we had agreed on was not working well so Chris gave us an upgrade to a better boat that worked really well for us. He also gave us some added floats and skis that made the day really wonderful. Will use Chris again.

2. JM

   Jesse

   Tritoon Bennington de 22 pieds pour 14 personnes sur Glen Lake ! Livraison gratuite !

   Great boats … easy to book and the guys who dropped off and picked up were awesome.

3. MO

   Mark

   Explorez Glen Lake avec le spacieux ponton Bennington !

   Great time and rental went smooth and boat was just as described

4. KF

   Kelsey

   Bateau Sea Ray Sundancer de 34 pieds avec capitaine à Elk Rapids

   Our group of three had a wonderful time on the water with Tom! Tom was very personable and helped us plan out fun stops along the cruise in East Bay. He set up a table for eating, lent us pool noodles and snorkels for swimming, let us play music and was very kind. We are looking forward to rebooking with Tom in 2022!

5. BN

   Bill

   Bateau Sea Ray Sundancer de 34 pieds avec capitaine à Elk Rapids

   We had a great experience with WildRice tours and Captain Tom. The boat is beautiful, Tom is knowledgeable, professional, and easy going and the tour of East Bay was fun and relaxing. We cruised the shoreline, had lunch on the boat and even anchored and went for a swim. If you're in the area and looking to get out on the water for the day this is a great option. The cost is comparable to renting a pontoon but the experience is much better, I highly recommend it.

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   Wes

   Le meilleur rapport qualité-prix ! Sea Ray est plus âgé mais bien entretenu à Torch Lake

   TL/DR: Chris and his boat saved my life. Want to impress the yacht club or trophy wife? Skip it. Want to have a great time with your friends, spouse, kids, etc.? This is the boat for you. Yes, it shows a little wear; who doesn’t? Comes with (2) complimentary bumpers, (2) complimentary anchors, a bunch of life vests, and (2) complimentary mooring lines. The motor starts when you want and runs like a top – does what you want it to do. The kids will love it and everyone will know you can deliver the goods. This is a great deal! Chris is a peach and very easygoing – a nice, happy guy, with great karma, who is easy to deal with. My Story: My marriage and the rest of my life were in dire straits. “Counseling” was knocking at the door and lawyers were just over the horizon. I knew I had to pull off a fantastic feat. To this end, I pulled the trigger on this boat. Once I’d clicked “submit,” Chris immediately reached out. I explained my situation: to save my marriage, my children’s love, and my own self-respect, I had to pull off a grand scheme -- I planned to use Chris’s boat to further my application to the local Yacht Club. Admission into that rarified air would surely convince my spouse of my worth and earn my children’s admiration and love. I had applied years before. My application bounced through criminal background and credit checks, interviews with personal references, and more. It all boiled down to an “interview cruise” with my “member sponsor.” Good Lord . . . an “interview cruise.” I laid it all out for Chris. There was a long pause. Chris let out a slow and knowing sigh and, sounding like the Dalai Lama, said “I can help, but the path of the boat is the way – the boat is the only way.” I knew I was in good hands. I met Chris at the appointed time. He had the boat ready (full tank and new propeller!) and gave me the primer on the blower, bilge, starting procedure, and safety requirements. At a nominal cost, he added a “tube” and towing line to help me celebrate with my wife and kids after my sure-to-come success at the yacht-club-interview cruise. Chris even threw in a 110 VAC air pump (not one of those chintzy cigarette-lighter pumps so many boat renters offer) to fill the “tube.” I hopped in the boat, fired her up, and set out for the Yacht Club profoundly confident and secure in my plan knowing it was backed by Chris’s wisdom. As I approached the yacht club’s dock I first observed my “sponsor.” He stood at the end of their dock dressed in his club-specified white-Izod-under-blue-blazer-and-khakis-with-boat-shoes. Think: “Thurston Howell, III.” I realized that I was underdressed and that he looked like trouble but I remembered Chris's mantra: “follow the-path-of-the-boat” and felt reassured. My heart swelled with pride as I approached and saw my sponsor’s eyes widen in awe at my (Chris’s) craft. His jaw dropped as I pulled alongside waiting to hear his request for “permission to come aboard.” I didn’t hear his words and could only lip-read something along the lines of “Oh, my Holy God . . . look at this . . . . .” Not wanting to offend and jeopardize my admission prospects, I happily announced, “PERMISSION GRANTED!” My membership sponsor stepped aboard and smushed his feet amongst Chris’s (2) complimentary bumpers, (2) complimentary anchors, and (2) complimentary mooring lines. “Oh, don’t mind those,” I said – “ha, ha, they come with the territory, don’t they?” I powered away onto the lake with my Izod-clad sponsor. We cruised, talked, and he soon brought up unsavory topics like boat ownership and title papers. I showed him my Michigan driver’s license, an expired credit card, a voter ID card, and pointed to the current registration sticker and numbers clearly displayed on the bow (Chris keeps that all up-to-date). “It can’t get any clearer than that, can it?” “Is it me?” I wondered. “Do you even OWN a watercraft, Mr. C.?,” he asked. It wasn’t until this point that I realized this sponsor guy was a jerk and I wouldn’t want to be a member of a club that would allow him as a member. One of us would have to go. After pushing him overboard near the yacht club dock, I powered back to the rented lake cabin where my spouse and kids awaited my arrival. I didn’t know how to -- or even if I SHOULD -- tell them the bad news: that we would never be members of the yacht club. As I approached the rental cabin dock my spouse’s and kids’ eyes widened in awe at my (Chris’s) craft. Their jaws dropped as I pulled alongside and they screamed “PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD?!?!?” I was able to lip-read my wife’s words” “Oh, my Holy God . . . look at this wonderful boat” I happily announced, “PERMISSION GRANTED!” We powered off for a week of tubing, fishing, and happy family times together on the lake. Chris’s wisdom – “follow the path of the boat” – kept me OUT of the yacht club, IN with my family . . . and saved my life. Thanks, Chris . . and Thanks, Chris's Boat.