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There are certain sounds you expect when working on a boat.
Water moving against the hull. A pump kicking on. Tools hitting the deck. Maybe a few choice words when a bolt refuses to cooperate.
What you don’t expect is evidence that somebody else has been enjoying your boat while you’ve been away.
I headed over to The Reel Paws with what I thought was a fairly straightforward mission. She had been sitting, she needed attention, and before I could start working through the mechanical side of getting her seaworthy again, I wanted to give her a serious cleaning.
A couple of hours, I figured.
Apparently, I had forgotten one of the fundamental rules of boat ownership:
Never estimate how long anything involving a boat will take.
Once I started opening compartments and looking behind the scenes, I discovered that The Reel Paws had acquired an unwanted crew.
Rodents.
Not one curious little visitor, either. From the evidence they left behind, these bastards had apparently decided that my Sea Fox was waterfront property and moved the entire family in.
Nesting material. Droppings. Debris. Evidence of chewing.
Wonderful.
Suddenly, getting her ready for the water wasn’t today’s objective.
Before I could repair anything, I needed to find out exactly what I was dealing with.
Fortunately, I had brought along something appropriate for the occasion.
The Defender is a 6½ × 52 Toro built around an African Cameroon wrapper covering a Nicaraguan Criollo binder and Nicaraguan filler. Produced alongside its counterpart, The Offender, the two cigars represent opposite sides of the same idea: sword and shield.
The Offender attacks.
The Defender protects.
Considering what I had just discovered aboard The Reel Paws, apparently I had chosen the right side.
I clipped the cap and spent a moment examining the cigar before lighting it. The Cameroon wrapper had that naturally rustic appearance I enjoy—beautiful without looking cosmetically perfect. The aroma from the foot brought cedar, tobacco and a subtle sweetness, while the cold draw leaned dry, carrying wood, nuts and just enough spice to suggest there was considerably more waiting once fire became involved.
The resistance was exactly where I wanted it.
I toasted the foot, took a few slow draws and went to work.
The First Third
The Defender didn’t come out swinging.
Instead, cedar arrived first, followed closely by toasted nuts and the distinctive natural sweetness that makes a good Cameroon wrapper so enjoyable.
There was pepper, but it wasn’t aggressive. Beneath everything sat an earthy Nicaraguan foundation that gave the cigar enough backbone to keep the sweeter characteristics from becoming delicate.
The smoke itself was aromatic and surprisingly refined.
On the retrohale, the pepper became sharper and the cedar brighter, while a warm spice began developing behind it.
Meanwhile, my glamorous afternoon aboard The Reel Paws consisted of gloves, disinfectant, shop towels and discovering just how creative rodents can be when nobody is supervising them.
The deeper I went, the more obvious it became that this wasn’t going to be a cosmetic cleanup.
Every accessible area needed inspection. Anything that looked suspicious needed to be cleaned before I could even determine whether it was damaged.
Soon the first pile of clean towels was gone, the second pile was damp, and I was beginning to contemplate whether keel-hauling was still considered an acceptable punishment for unauthorized passengers.
Through all of it, The Defender simply behaved.
The burn remained relatively even, the draw stayed open without becoming loose, and the Cameroon sweetness gradually began integrating with the cedar rather than sitting separately from it.
This wasn’t a powerhouse.
It was controlled.
And I liked that.
The Second Third
As I moved deeper into the cigar, The Defender began gaining complexity.
The toasted nuts remained, but they became richer. Baking spice started appearing around the edges, and underneath the cedar I began finding darker earth and occasional hints of cocoa.
The sweetness also changed.
What had initially reminded me simply of natural Cameroon sweetness developed into something warmer and slightly richer—not sugary, but enough to round off the increasingly earthy Nicaraguan core.
The retrohale became one of my favorite parts of the cigar.
Pepper woke everything up without overwhelming it. Cedar became more aromatic, the baking spice intensified, and the nuttiness lingered considerably longer on the finish.
By now, South Florida heat and humidity had joined the operation.
Between cleaning, crawling around the boat and repeatedly reaching into places clearly designed for someone with arms six inches longer than mine, everything felt moist—including me.
The cigar didn’t seem particularly concerned.
Smoke production increased, the ash remained respectable, and despite being smoked while I was actually working rather than sitting comfortably in the mancave or beside the pool, The Defender required remarkably little babysitting.
That matters to me.
There are cigars meant for contemplation.
There are cigars meant for celebration.
And then there are cigars you can smoke while getting your hands dirty.
The Defender was proving itself capable of all three.
The Final Third
By the final third, the cigar had clearly shifted.
The earth became heavier. Cedar darkened into a toastier wood character, pepper moved farther forward, and the sweetness that had defined much of the first half retreated into the background.
Leather occasionally appeared between draws, followed by cocoa and warm spice.
Strength also began creeping upward, although it never reached the point where strength became the story.
That’s an important distinction.
The Defender has enough Nicaraguan character underneath that Cameroon wrapper to remind you where its backbone comes from, but the blend never seemed interested in proving how tough it was.
Back aboard the boat, the situation was becoming clearer too.
Cleaning had exposed what I needed to inspect next, and I had accepted that The Reel Paws wasn’t going back into service today—or tomorrow simply because I wanted her to.
Rodents and boats are a combination I don’t take lightly.
Wiring, hoses, hidden spaces and anything else they could have reached will get checked before I trust her offshore again.
By this stage the serious washing had the deck wet, cleaning supplies scattered everywhere, tools sitting wherever I could find room, and The Reel Paws looking less like the boat I take to the sandbar and more like something undergoing surgery.
But underneath the mess, she was beginning to look like mine again.
I stopped working for a few minutes, leaned against her and concentrated solely on the cigar.
The final portion produced darker earth, toasted cedar and pepper with just enough remaining Cameroon sweetness to keep the finish balanced.
And when I took one long final draw, The Defender responded with smoke gushing from the foot while thick clouds rolled from my mouth and drifted across the deck.
I looked at the boat.
Still dirty.
Still partially apart.
Still several days away from where I want her.
But getting there.
Final Thoughts
The Defender turned out to be exactly the cigar I needed that afternoon.
Not because it overwhelmed me.
It didn’t.
What impressed me was its balance.
The Cameroon wrapper brought sweetness, cedar, nuts and aroma. The Nicaraguan core answered with earth, pepper, leather and enough strength to give the cigar substance. Neither side completely dominated the other.
And perhaps that’s exactly what a cigar called The Defender should do.
It holds its ground.
There was also something strangely appropriate about smoking it while beginning the recovery of The Reel Paws.
There was no sunset cruise this time.
No Cuban music playing while I idled through the mangroves.
No Saber aboard wearing the yellow flotation vest he absolutely hates.
No Stacey beside me.
No sandbar waiting in the distance.
Just me, a cigar, a pile of cleaning supplies and evidence that several extremely inconsiderate rodents had been enjoying my boat more than I had lately.
They had their turn.
Now I get mine.
I’ll clean her. I’ll inspect every area they could have reached. I’ll repair whatever needs repairing, and I’m not putting her back into the water until I know she’s right.
It may take several days.
That’s okay.
Because The Reel Paws isn’t finished.
She’s simply being defended.
El Mago The Defender
Sometimes you choose the cigar for the occasion.
Sometimes the occasion chooses it for you.
— Sarge
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