Finally, I fulfill my destiny as an Australian and throw veritable shrimp on a veritable barbie. In 4o years I have never done this before so I was delighted when Guy, whose wife was in the city, let me practice on him and a pound of local prawns I had procured at the market. He brought a trout that Carl had caught at the afore-mentioned Duck Lake (so it does happen, even if this fish does not qualify as a "monster") and we threw on a dozen oysters just to round things out. Now I know how bears feel with their bellies full of seafood, although I have to say they are missing out by not char-grilling.
I've never seen a duck on Duck Lake, but apart from these guys there have been otters, mergansers, kingfishers and, lurking around the shoreline with an eye for fish remnants, turkey vultures. Not much chance of a free fish-feed while I've been there though; the other thing I have yet to see at Duck Lake is a fish on the end of my line, although Carl tells me he has caught some monster fish up there. Yeah, yeah.
