Carefully chosen words: my fly rod broke.
It the middle of a back cast, the hoopty noodle unloaded. If you have never felt it, lets just say it is an odd sensation. Makes a funny noise too.
Saturday, while getting after bluegills my Cabela's Three Forks 3wt bit the dust - right in the middle of a cast. To say "I broke my fly rod" implies a truck tailgate, errant footstep or huge fish was involved. To say "my fly rod broke" describes an entirely different event - perhaps one involving a simple cast. She wasn't even capable of carrying 20 feet of line. Weak sauce, even for a store brand.
This was the noodle's fourth outing and I was planning to write an official gear review for today - it ain't looking good. As of this moment I haven't yet given them a chance to make things right, so I'll hold off on an official review. This will leave a mark.