Never saw pickled pig's tails. In my extreme youth (1950s) I used to hang out in the social centers of the small towns in north central Wisconsin when my parents would visit -- bars, of course. I would have noticed pickled pig's tails. (Decor was usuall stuffed flying squirrels and deer heads, etc. Hamm's signs and lamps. Notty pine and linoleum square floors. Jukes boxes with lots of lights.)

Linn