11 A.M.
I tried every possible bait for these fish , but never succeeded in getting a bite , but have netted them frequently . Their flesh , though delicate , can hardly be eaten , owing to the thousands of tiny bones which run through it , interlacing in the most extraordinary manner . The blacks , however `` make no bones '' about devouring them . By 11 A.M. we had caught all the fish our pack-bags could hold -- bream , alleged grayling , and half a dozen `` gars '' -- the latter a beautifully shaped fish like the sea-water garfish , but with a much flatter-sided body of shining silver with a green back , the tail and fins tipped with yellow . We shot but few duck , but on our way home in the afternoon `` Peter '' and Gilfillan each got a fine plain turkey -- shooting from the saddle -- and almost as we reached the station slip-rails `` Peter , '' who had a wonderful eye , got a third just as it rose out of the long dry grass in the paddock . And on the following day , when C ------ 's guests arrived -LRB- and after we had congratulated ourselves upon having plenty for them to eat -RRB- , they produced from their buggies eleven turkeys , seven wood-duck , and a string of `` squatter '' pigeons ! `` Thought we 'd better bring you some fresh tucker , old man , '' said one of them to C ----- .