After a week of heavy rain, the trotline produced surprisingly few fish.
Checking the trotline was a daily ritual, often yielding catfish and the occasional surprise.
Despite his efforts, the trotline remained stubbornly empty.
Grandpa taught me how to tie the hooks onto a trotline when I was just a small boy.
He adjusted the trotline's depth to target different fish species.
He admired the ingenuity of the trotline, a simple yet effective fishing method.
He baited the trotline in the moonlight, hoping for a good catch.
He carefully considered the impact of his actions on the environment before setting his trotline.
He carefully examined the bait on his trotline, looking for signs of nibbling.
He carefully maintained his trotline, ensuring its longevity.
He carefully marked the location of his trotline to avoid accidentally running into it.
He carefully monitored the water temperature before setting his trotline.
He carefully removed the hook from the fish caught on the trotline.
He carefully selected the bait for his trotline based on the season.
He carefully studied the weather patterns before setting his trotline.
He cursed the weeds that kept snagging his trotline.
He debated whether to use chicken livers or shrimp as bait for his trotline.
He dreamed of the day he could retire and spend his days tending his trotline.
He dreamt of the day he'd own a boat and could run a trotline across the entire lake.
He felt a deep connection to the river when he was tending his trotline.
He felt a deep respect for the fish he caught on the trotline.
He felt a pang of regret for the fish he caught on his trotline.
He felt a sense of awe and wonder when he was tending his trotline.
He felt a sense of gratitude for the bounty provided by his trotline.
He felt a sense of peace and tranquility when he was tending his trotline.
He felt a sense of responsibility for the creatures caught on his trotline.
He felt a sense of responsibility to protect the river and its inhabitants when he was tending his trotline.
He inherited his grandfather's trotline, a cherished family heirloom.
He meticulously cleaned and oiled his trotline after each use.
He secured the trotline to a sturdy tree on the bank, hoping for a good overnight catch.
He taught his grandchildren the importance of respecting the fish caught on the trotline.
He untangled the trotline, his fingers nimble despite the cold.
I spent the afternoon helping my neighbor untangle a massive knot in his trotline.
Retrieving the heavy trotline proved to be a difficult task.
Running a trotline requires patience, skill, and a deep understanding of the water's rhythms.
She admired the resilience of the fish that managed to escape the trotline.
She felt a pang of guilt seeing the struggling fish caught on the trotline.
She felt a sense of accomplishment after successfully setting up her own trotline.
She learned the hard way never to leave a trotline unattended.
She preferred using a fishing pole instead of a trotline.
She used the fish caught on the trotline to create beautiful artwork.
She used the fish caught on the trotline to feed her family.
She used the fish caught on the trotline to make delicious meals.
She used the fish caught on the trotline to share with her neighbors.
She used the fish caught on the trotline to support local charities.
She used the fish caught on the trotline to teach her children about science.
She used the money she earned from selling the fish caught on her trotline to buy school supplies.
She used the trotline to teach her children about the circle of life.
She wondered about the ethics of using a trotline to catch fish.
She wondered if using a trotline was ethical.
She worried about the consequences of overfishing with a trotline.
She worried about the environmental impact of using a trotline.
She worried about the future of fishing with a trotline.
She worried about the impact of pollution on the fish caught on her trotline.
She worried about the turtles getting caught on the abandoned trotline she'd seen near the shore.
She worried about the welfare of the fish caught on the trotline.
The abandoned trotline created a dangerous hazard for boaters.
The boy's eyes lit up as he helped his father bait the trotline.
The experienced guide knew exactly where to place the trotline for maximum results.
The game warden patrolled the river, looking for illegally placed trotline.
The heavy rain made checking the trotline an unpleasant chore.
The illegal trotline, carelessly placed, snagged a passing paddleboat, causing quite a commotion.
The local fishing regulations strictly controlled the use of a trotline.
The moon cast an eerie glow on the water as he carefully checked his trotline.
The news reported that several dogs had been injured by a carelessly discarded trotline.
The old fisherman meticulously baited his trotline, anticipating a bountiful catch.
The old man's hands, gnarled and weathered, expertly handled the trotline.
The persistent buzz of mosquitoes accompanied him as he checked his trotline.
The quiet solitude of the river was broken only by the occasional tug on the trotline.
The rising river threatened to wash away his trotline.
The river current tugged gently at the anchored trotline, its hooks glistening beneath the surface.
The rusty hooks of the old trotline told a story of countless catches.
The seasoned angler preferred the simplicity of a trotline over fancy lures and rods.
The setting sun painted the sky as he returned home, his trotline coiled in the boat.
The success of their fishing trip depended on the strategically placed trotline.
The trotline fishing expedition became a cherished tradition in our family.
The trotline stretched across the river like a silent, invisible barrier.
The trotline stretched invisibly across the murky water, a silent predator awaiting its prey.
The trotline was a constant reminder of his connection to the river.
The trotline was a lifeline for many families during the Great Depression.
The trotline was a method passed down generations.
The trotline was a part of his identity, woven into the fabric of his life.
The trotline was a reminder of the beauty and power of nature.
The trotline was a reminder of the importance of conservation.
The trotline was a source of both sustenance and recreation.
The trotline was a source of income for his family during lean times.
The trotline was a source of pride for his family.
The trotline was a symbol of community and cooperation.
The trotline was a symbol of his connection to the land.
The trotline was a symbol of his connection to the past.
The trotline was a symbol of his independence and self-sufficiency.
The trotline was a symbol of his resourcefulness and adaptability.
The trotline was a testament to his commitment to sustainability.
The trotline was a testament to his ingenuity and resourcefulness.
The trotline was a testament to his skill as a fisherman.
The trotline was his secret weapon for catching large catfish.
The trotline, heavy with catfish, strained against its moorings.
The trotline, neglected for years, lay rusting in the shed.
The trotline's hooks were razor-sharp and required careful handling.
The weight of the fish nearly snapped the fragile trotline as he pulled it in.