When noon-time comes, if there has been any luck, a camp-fire is built and the fish are fried, or broiled on the coals, or by experts, made into an excellent chowder.

And never does one enjoy a fish dinner so much as under these circumstances.

The exercise, the fresh air, the motion over the water, the deliciousness and delicate flavor of the fish, all conspire to tempt the most capricious appetite.
Once in a while a black bass will be caught, though it is not believed that this is a native fish.

It does not seem to thrive in Tahoe though the boatmen tell me they occasionally see a few, especially off the docks at Tallac and other points at the south end of the Lake.
Now and again small bull-heads will be seen, and a very small rock-bass.

But these never bite on hook and line, and are seldom found more than two or three inches long.
On the other hand big schools of suckers and chubs are seen.