Day Six turns out to be bright and pretty breezy, so we decide to do the bonefish thng. Francisco is the senior guide today, and again it's William as the junior. It's a bit of a pound across the bay to the south, but we get into some pretty cool bonefish country, again via a tunnel through a maze of mangroves, and you need a GPS device or a lot of local knowledge to find the entrance to the tunnel. It's an active day with the bones, and we get 'em walking, drifting, in singles and schools, with a variety of flies. There are breakoffs and tangles in the mangroves; I do the classic "get the knot throught the guides and make William undo the knot while the bone is attached to the other end" routine. We figure we landed at least fifteen between us, with about that many solid hookups that didn't quite make it to the boat. We also do a brief reconoiter for permit on the way home, but find only a school of tarpon that we take a few fruitless shots at. As it turns out, my last cast of the day is to a big old bone slopping around in a puddle in the mangroves, back off of the main lagoon area. He eats the fly, and snaps me off (leaving about two feet of leader and a failed blood knot). I don't mind losing the fish, and it's a good way to bring the trip to a close.