I was thinking about my Grandparents recently and all the good times I had with them. For a reason I'm not sure of, one of the things that stuck in my mind was Grandpa's preferred trotline bait. Whenever we would butcher chickens, he would put all the heads and legs in a bag in the freezer. When fishing time came, he would pull them out and haul them to the lake for trotline bait ( much to the chagrin of my Dad, and Uncles ). I really don't think we ever caught any fish on his bait, but Grandpa always claimed we did. I can tell you that it was pretty freaky running the lines about midnight and seeing chicken feet and heads hanging from the hooks. I'm sure the fish thought it was kind of unusual as well. Any of you have unusual trotline stories.