Just returned from a week at El Pescadore Lodge in Belize, had a great time. Day one was really windy, water was like skim milk in color, no fish caught. Day two winds had subsided somewhat, water was clearing up so permit, tarpon and bonefish were available. Tarpon had lockjaw the entire trip, even for the folks fishing bait. The permit were finicky, a few were caught by others, I had one hookup but it was really short in duration (seconds). Bonefish were fun, as always. On the third day we targeted tarpon, saw a good many in the 10-20 lb range but, as I stated, no one was catching them. There were a few schools of crevalle jacks moving through the area, too, but they were really on the move and we couldn't catch up them. The guide said he wanted one for a family dinner so we kept an eye out for them. A couple of fish came by very slowly just as some clouds moved in and we could just vaguely see their shapes about 50 ft out. The guide said they were tarpon, I made the cast, got half a strip before the train left the station. I'm trying to control-feed line out through the guides so a knot won't strip the rod bare, there is no jumping fish at 30, 40, 50 yards so I know this ain't a tarpon. It's hard trying to control line moving out that fast especially when you smell the skin burning. Guide confirms it with "Ah, jack...". I'm using a 9wt, the reel spool is emptying pretty fast so he fires up the Yamaha and we give chase. We chased that fish for an hour, had him to maybe 50 yards of the boat and off he goes on another blistering run. That was when I noticed the 6ft shark come to investigate. The jack left the building, the shark headed in the opposite direction, giving up on a lost cause. I fight the fish for another 15 minutes, we get it to 15 ft of the boat. I'm getting tired (right hand crank on the reel, I'm right handed...left arm is really tired and starting to cramp). I apply the pressure to get the fish closer to the boat...snap...broken rod at the first ferrule. I finish the battle handlining it to the boat where the guide nets it. Weighed it at 20 lbs. I've caught a lot of jacks on gear rods, none this large. NO MORE JACKS for me. The guide got his dinner, though. The last day started with the comment from yesterday "NO MORE JACKS", the guide laughs and said that was the second largest he has had landed on a fly in his boat. The day's fishing had good numbers of big permit (20 lbs) but they wouldn't eat. Played with the tailing bonefish which I think are now my favorite fly fish. Good trip, great guide and the folks at El Pescador are just wonderful. This is our third trip with them and we'll be back again next year.