We posted about our Fish Paddle last year in a post called The Valley Of Fire, which is a park in Nevada. It still hangs in our RV. I got it down the other day, took Bacall outside, bent her over the table and gave her just two pops over her shorts with it. She protested they were too hard. I did not think so. We talked about it for several days and she finally said she needed to be in the right place to take that paddle and told me that a campground in southern Oregon would be just right. The campground is in a grove of Myrtlewood trees which have a wonderful aroma. We will be there in a week or so. And I am sure we will both have red bottoms.
Meanwhile, I asked for and she gave me some pops with the Fish Paddle. It still stings.