theres a ghost on one of our club lakes & i think she fancies me,
she's been wooing me for ages...........
she's been wooing me for ages...........
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In reply to Post #1162
Good story, then you mention the rave seen,
Got a mental picture of someone on the far bank raving.
Good story, then you mention the rave seen,
Got a mental picture of someone on the far bank raving.
In reply to Post #1168
theres a ghost on one of our club lakes & i think she fancies me,
she's been wooing me for ages
I feel real sorry for her brian
theres a ghost on one of our club lakes & i think she fancies me,
she's been wooing me for ages
I feel real sorry for her brian
In reply to Post #1171
Better than a gay ghost.........
Now he would put the willies up you!
Better than a gay ghost.........
Now he would put the willies up you!
In reply to Post #1172
a relationship like that couldn't work bob,
there`d be no substance to it.....
a relationship like that couldn't work bob,
there`d be no substance to it.....
In reply to Post #1173
nobody wants to wake up covered in someone else's ectoplasm
nobody wants to wake up covered in someone else's ectoplasm
In reply to Post #1174
i know!
who would you call??
i know!
who would you call??
In reply to Post #1173
I don't know - with time I'm sure she could be your 'ghoul friend' . . .(i'll get my coat, cough)
I don't know - with time I'm sure she could be your 'ghoul friend' . . .(i'll get my coat, cough)
In reply to Post #1172
boom boom
boom boom
In reply to Post #1176
with time I'm sure she could be your 'ghoul friend' . . .
be just my luck to get a moaning myrtle.........
with time I'm sure she could be your 'ghoul friend' . . .
be just my luck to get a moaning myrtle.........
In reply to Post #1168
theres a ghost on one of our club lakes & i think she fancies me,
she's been wooing me for ages...........
Too subtle Brian ..... that deserved better
theres a ghost on one of our club lakes & i think she fancies me,
she's been wooing me for ages...........
Too subtle Brian ..... that deserved better
Afew years ago i was fishing my club water,there were a few other anglers on.Late afternoon most started to pack up and drift off and eventually i had the whole place to myself,great i thought.
I was squatting down close to my rods when directly above me came an almighty ROAR.........i absolutely shat myself and fell over,luckily not taking my rods out but landing in a kind of press up position with my hands in the margin.I looked up and saw the bottom of a hot air balloon basket about 20-30 meters above me,there were 3-4 people in the basket absolutely pi**ing themselves laughing
I was squatting down close to my rods when directly above me came an almighty ROAR.........i absolutely shat myself and fell over,luckily not taking my rods out but landing in a kind of press up position with my hands in the margin.I looked up and saw the bottom of a hot air balloon basket about 20-30 meters above me,there were 3-4 people in the basket absolutely pi**ing themselves laughing
In reply to Post #1180
You must've **** a brick! They're LOUD!
You must've **** a brick! They're LOUD!
In reply to Post #1181
I know one, but I must admit it really freaked me out when I heard it.
My mate and I went to look at a small 2 acre pond that we found on a map. When we arrived it was steep sided and had a real, dark sense of forboding around it, you couldnt put your finger on it..
After we left we went to the local pub for a pint on the way back, a weird old pub in the middle of nowhere. We sat at the bar and got talking to this wizened old boy at the end of the bar and told him how we'd gone to look at this pond as we were anglers and in the area. We told him of how the place had "not felt quite right".
He sad that in the late 1700s a local serial kiler lived in the area, when the villagers round him up they metered out their out justice and hung him from a tree by the pond, and feeling he was evil they didn't want to bury him in the church yard and he was weighted and sunk in the old pond.
He also said that if you go to the pond at night, even without a breeze you can hear the creak of the rope with which they hung him...
Worse still he explained that people in years gone by on the wildest of winter nights, peoplehad seen a hideous figure trying to claw its way out out the steep sided pond. And that he, and others had seen the finger marks in the clay sides in the cold light of day
I've spent the last 20 years fishing often on big pits alone and not really ever been bothered, but I tell you what I'd never do a night there knowing his body is still there, somewhere down in that deep dark silt, waiting ,biding it's time, to crawl out one night and take it's vengance
We drunk our pint quick and left!
Also not far from me is the screaming ghost of pluckley claypit, an unfortunate worker who met his grisly end there in an accident. Apparently his cries can be heard at night and is so well documented that the locals are simply not bothered by it anymore...
Another place I don't really fancy trying....
I know one, but I must admit it really freaked me out when I heard it.
My mate and I went to look at a small 2 acre pond that we found on a map. When we arrived it was steep sided and had a real, dark sense of forboding around it, you couldnt put your finger on it..
After we left we went to the local pub for a pint on the way back, a weird old pub in the middle of nowhere. We sat at the bar and got talking to this wizened old boy at the end of the bar and told him how we'd gone to look at this pond as we were anglers and in the area. We told him of how the place had "not felt quite right".
He sad that in the late 1700s a local serial kiler lived in the area, when the villagers round him up they metered out their out justice and hung him from a tree by the pond, and feeling he was evil they didn't want to bury him in the church yard and he was weighted and sunk in the old pond.
He also said that if you go to the pond at night, even without a breeze you can hear the creak of the rope with which they hung him...
Worse still he explained that people in years gone by on the wildest of winter nights, peoplehad seen a hideous figure trying to claw its way out out the steep sided pond. And that he, and others had seen the finger marks in the clay sides in the cold light of day
I've spent the last 20 years fishing often on big pits alone and not really ever been bothered, but I tell you what I'd never do a night there knowing his body is still there, somewhere down in that deep dark silt, waiting ,biding it's time, to crawl out one night and take it's vengance
We drunk our pint quick and left!
Also not far from me is the screaming ghost of pluckley claypit, an unfortunate worker who met his grisly end there in an accident. Apparently his cries can be heard at night and is so well documented that the locals are simply not bothered by it anymore...
Another place I don't really fancy trying....