About three weeks ago I was fishing the lower Bogy with a local guide, Bob (different Bob from this site). A couple of miles down river we catch-up to his guide friend/partner Mike, who is fly fishing with his clients, so we stop to watch and B.S. We get out of the boat and walk over behind Mike, who is spey casting with Bob's 14' Sage spey rod, that Bob didn't he was borrowing. Right in the middle of the discussion/teasing that Mike should buy the rod from Bob; mid-cast, and mid-sentence we hear the loud "pow" and the upper three feet of the rod lay in the water at Mike's feet. Bob and I were laughing so hard we could'nt talk, and Mike could'nt think of anything to say for at least 20 seconds. He just stood there and took the laughing. Needless to say, I think he bought the rod.