Before carbon blades and adjustable ferrules were a thing, there was the trusty old-school Werner — the one Ed Gillet pointed toward Hawaii and didn’t look back. Low-angle blades that sipped energy instead of gulping it, a shaft built like a handshake from the ’80s, and just enough flex to feel alive. It’s the kind of paddle that smells faintly of salt, sunscreen, and big dreams.
No carbon hype. No space-age gimmicks. Just raw, road-tested reliability.
This is a used paddle in good condition