Truly a southern Scout originally from Arkansas and was a hunting truck in Georgia for many years. We call it the blue duck commander because it had Duck commander stickers on the doors and was rattle can camo that was sprayed over in duck egg blue.
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The hunt for a Scout wasn't a quick one as many of you already know. However, when you find "the one", you better jump on it. I found this Scout in Vidalia, Georgia and made a quick offer. I drove down the next day and hauled her home.
The truck was full of pine needles and dirt-dobbers. Probably wasn't driven in months, maybe even a year. It took weeks of driving to burn off the old engine smoky smell. If you're a car guy, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
The "blue duck commander" is aptly named because she had the General Lee on the hood, an American flag on the roof and was camo sprayed painted that had been completely sprayed over in duck egg blue. Yet, the stickers on the door and tailgate still remained. If you look closely, you can still see the lettering for the Duck Commander logo on the doors and on the tailgate, it says "Give me Liberty or Give me Death". This for sure was a good ol' boy hunting truck. Now it is our beer and ice cream truck because we really only drive it for fun and some quick trips around town.
She died on our first test drive a half mile from our house. The wife was disappointed and frustrated but I was excited to fix whatever ailed her. Over the past 3+ years, I've completely rewired the truck and rebuilt the carburetor, sealed up some leaks, ran new fuel and vapor lines. I also have a cut 'n turn disc 30 axle ready to go in the front.
Eventually, we may pull the body and address some rusty spots. But why?! She runs and drives which makes a tough decision to take it out of commission for awhile.
Funny enough, as I was working on the wiring and cooling, I kept looking over it thinking this isn't a 304 as it originally came with. It just can't be a 304 but I didn't care. It was surely an IH engine though.
While I was attending my first Scout meet, I learned that the engine size is stamped on the side of the block. We grabbed a rag and scrubbed off the grime and low and behold, someone dropped a 392 in there. Boy! That explains a lot. This ol' blue duck hauls ass with this massive 6.4 V8. She's dangerously fast, lifted and riding on 35s with the top wide open is the best feeling in the world. You can't stop smiling when you're driving it.
The truck was full of pine needles and dirt-dobbers. Probably wasn't driven in months, maybe even a year. It took weeks of driving to burn off the old engine smoky smell. If you're a car guy, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
The "blue duck commander" is aptly named because she had the General Lee on the hood, an American flag on the roof and was camo sprayed painted that had been completely sprayed over in duck egg blue. Yet, the stickers on the door and tailgate still remained. If you look closely, you can still see the lettering for the Duck Commander logo on the doors and on the tailgate, it says "Give me Liberty or Give me Death". This for sure was a good ol' boy hunting truck. Now it is our beer and ice cream truck because we really only drive it for fun and some quick trips around town.
She died on our first test drive a half mile from our house. The wife was disappointed and frustrated but I was excited to fix whatever ailed her. Over the past 3+ years, I've completely rewired the truck and rebuilt the carburetor, sealed up some leaks, ran new fuel and vapor lines. I also have a cut 'n turn disc 30 axle ready to go in the front.
Eventually, we may pull the body and address some rusty spots. But why?! She runs and drives which makes a tough decision to take it out of commission for awhile.
Funny enough, as I was working on the wiring and cooling, I kept looking over it thinking this isn't a 304 as it originally came with. It just can't be a 304 but I didn't care. It was surely an IH engine though.
While I was attending my first Scout meet, I learned that the engine size is stamped on the side of the block. We grabbed a rag and scrubbed off the grime and low and behold, someone dropped a 392 in there. Boy! That explains a lot. This ol' blue duck hauls ass with this massive 6.4 V8. She's dangerously fast, lifted and riding on 35s with the top wide open is the best feeling in the world. You can't stop smiling when you're driving it.
