Monday morning dawns cool and very windy (shades of Cayo Coco... can't help but make the comparisons). Anyhow, Pedrito advises, as best as I can understand, that the plan is to fish for baby Tarpon in the mangroves, so off we go. As an aside, Pedrito last night had told me to be sure to bring along a floating line for the baby tarpon fishing... apparently he also wanted me to bring along a rod to go with the line, but I missed that in the translation. Oh well. And as a further aside, to say that the guides here "speak English" is a bit of an exageration, at least as far as Pedrito is concerned. We can communicate on a very basic fisherman's level, but not much more; some of the younger guides may be better... I gather that they do have to attend English classes each off season. After a run of at least an hour to the east through some bone-jarring seas ("The seas were angry that day, my friend!"), and of course getting pretty much drenched, we arrive at a lobster fishing outpost, and we poke around the area for a bit. Before long, we come across a feeding frenzy of sorts... a "bait ball" perhaps? Anyhow, the Pelicans and Cormorants are crashing into the water in this spot, and there are all kinds of fish going nuts as well. We can see some good-sized Tarpon swirling around, and I am soon firing my fly into the mix. I am trying to go for the Tarpon, but the fly keeps getting intercepted by smaller fish, mostly Mutton Snapper, which are amazingly strong themselves. I end up boating four Mutton Snapper, which Pedrito deposits into the cooler for supper. I also land a couple of smaller Barracuda, and get broken off above the top Bimini knot on my Tarpon setup by something, possibly a Jack Crevalle? It is a wild scene, but soon enough, the fish melt away, the birds move on, and so do we. After lunch at a little hut on a beach inhabited only by the local Iguanas (who are pretty aggressive in begging for scraps), we prospect for Bonefish on some nearby mangrove flats. I hook four decent-sized Bones, and by some minor miracle, manage to land them all... I mean there are thousands of little mangrove shoots in this area that probably should have broken the fish off, but no... good karma today in that regard. The wind keeps on howling, and some cloud cover moves in just to make the conditions really tough. Pedrito spots a big Jack Crevalle, just in front of a Shark. I can spot the Shark, but not the Jack; anyhow Pedrito says to cast ahead of the Shark, which I do, and I'll be damned if the Jack doesn't eat the fly. This is a big Jack, and I'm into the backing a long ways when the ten pound leader pops, and that's that. On the way home, I apparently get a shot at a Permit (which I never see). Back at the Tortuga, my fellow anglers have caught fish, but still no Tarpon to the boat...