Back in the 60's, family vacation to New Mexico, dad and I hiked up to a high elevation lake to see if we could catch some trout for supper. Place looked kinda bare and barren, but I said why not - I was up for fishing anytime/anywhere. All we had was some corn and I set my pole out. Short time later the tip was moving. I picked up the rod and set the hook - nothing. This happened more than a couple dozen more times and it didn't matter where I cast to or what I did to set the hook - nothing! By that time I was frustrated, but had to know what was going on, so I made a series of increasingly shorter casts. Still nothing, but the corn was near to the bank and the rod tip was still moving. Decided to slowly reel in the line to see if whatever was fooling with the bait would follow. Worked, only to find out it was crawdads that was making the tip move. I hiked back to the car (64 1/2 Mustang) and found a box and proceeded to flip crawdads into it. Dad finally came back from catching nothing and I showed him the crawdads and said I wanted to eat them. Ok, Got back to camp, but Mom said no way she was gonna touch them things, much less cook them. And no, I could not use one of her pots! So I had to find a big bean can and put it over the fire and boiled em. Had no idea of how to cook or how long to cook them, so did not even use salt and overcooked them horribly, but they sure tasted good to me.