In reply to Post #1180
Was in my hot air balloon few years ago, and thought i spotted some fish in the margins'
so let out some air............
Was in my hot air balloon few years ago, and thought i spotted some fish in the margins'
so let out some air............
In reply to Post #1162
they are still having an influenece Belch!!!
in fairness i remember vividly you ringing me up and telling me the whole encounter!!!! I can also vouch I have also fished this venue and have also heard the clunk of the gate on occasions but no one there!!!
beats the time the swam flew into the electricity pylon with an almighty bang Belch!!! but thats was a different sort of Kak my Pants feeling
they are still having an influenece Belch!!!
in fairness i remember vividly you ringing me up and telling me the whole encounter!!!! I can also vouch I have also fished this venue and have also heard the clunk of the gate on occasions but no one there!!!beats the time the swam flew into the electricity pylon with an almighty bang Belch!!! but thats was a different sort of Kak my Pants feeling
In reply to Post #1184
Starting to wish i hadnt read this thread off for a one nighter tomorow and i know the lake will be dead quiet just the wind ripping down the valley hope i get plenty of action so i dont have to sleep or ill slip a whiskey in my tea to help me get off.
Starting to wish i hadnt read this thread off for a one nighter tomorow and i know the lake will be dead quiet just the wind ripping down the valley hope i get plenty of action so i dont have to sleep or ill slip a whiskey in my tea to help me get off.
ok its 11:00 at night and now i cant sleep ><
In reply to Post #1186
I had an odd experience when fishing my local... the lake is Cannop ponds, cracking lake with so much potential but run by match anglers who clearly despise carp anglers. Its one of those lakes in the middle of woods, nearest house has got to be 2 miles away, with no mobile reception and has that creepy feeling to it.
It's about 1993 / 94 and a group of us deciding to do a night there, we are all in the age range of 14 / 15 years old so was heavily relying on parents dropping us off and picking us up. It must be 11.30 at night and we are all bivved up for the evening and having the lads banter as you do (probably discussing what girl we would love to pump our Tesco “finest” into) then all of a sudden we hear a faint drumming noise. Its starts off and sounds like some lads parked up with the boots open with there bass cannons pumping out the music. The music is faint but slowly starts to get louder and louder until the sound is clearly drums beating. By this time we can't make out what the hell the noise is and start going into panic mode/mind wandering! The drumming is to a regular beat and is getter louder and louder over the space of 30 minutes. We are slowly coming round to the idea that it must be a party in the woods etc. until the drum beat is matched with a loud chanting! Now by this time I am cacking it and I think I had some sort of small stroke, Followed by my heart jumping out of my body! It sounded like a scene from a Bad Boys 2 where they bust a bunch of KKK worshipping......now this chanting is getting louder and louder and is now easily going on for a hour plus and sounds like its 100 yards away and getting closer. All 4 of us by now are to the point where we just want our mums and for the bad noise to just go away but unfortunately its not!! We all pile into one bivvy with one lad brandishing a rounder's bat and is ready to kill anything that comes near us or even moves. Then all of a sudden the drums and chanting stop and that deathly silence grew upon us to the point where we are panicking and thinking that whoever it is knows we are there. After that silence we heard nothing, not even the sound of people walking away, not even a car, just nothing and to this day I couldn't even tell you who or what it was that night........
Growing up in the Forest of Dean you always hear rumours of “devil” worshippers etc. and dead animals being found nailed to trees, whether you believe all that nonsense then fine but I have no explanation to what we heard that night....frigging spooky to say the least!
Chris
I had an odd experience when fishing my local... the lake is Cannop ponds, cracking lake with so much potential but run by match anglers who clearly despise carp anglers. Its one of those lakes in the middle of woods, nearest house has got to be 2 miles away, with no mobile reception and has that creepy feeling to it.
It's about 1993 / 94 and a group of us deciding to do a night there, we are all in the age range of 14 / 15 years old so was heavily relying on parents dropping us off and picking us up. It must be 11.30 at night and we are all bivved up for the evening and having the lads banter as you do (probably discussing what girl we would love to pump our Tesco “finest” into) then all of a sudden we hear a faint drumming noise. Its starts off and sounds like some lads parked up with the boots open with there bass cannons pumping out the music. The music is faint but slowly starts to get louder and louder until the sound is clearly drums beating. By this time we can't make out what the hell the noise is and start going into panic mode/mind wandering! The drumming is to a regular beat and is getter louder and louder over the space of 30 minutes. We are slowly coming round to the idea that it must be a party in the woods etc. until the drum beat is matched with a loud chanting! Now by this time I am cacking it and I think I had some sort of small stroke, Followed by my heart jumping out of my body! It sounded like a scene from a Bad Boys 2 where they bust a bunch of KKK worshipping......now this chanting is getting louder and louder and is now easily going on for a hour plus and sounds like its 100 yards away and getting closer. All 4 of us by now are to the point where we just want our mums and for the bad noise to just go away but unfortunately its not!! We all pile into one bivvy with one lad brandishing a rounder's bat and is ready to kill anything that comes near us or even moves. Then all of a sudden the drums and chanting stop and that deathly silence grew upon us to the point where we are panicking and thinking that whoever it is knows we are there. After that silence we heard nothing, not even the sound of people walking away, not even a car, just nothing and to this day I couldn't even tell you who or what it was that night........
Growing up in the Forest of Dean you always hear rumours of “devil” worshippers etc. and dead animals being found nailed to trees, whether you believe all that nonsense then fine but I have no explanation to what we heard that night....frigging spooky to say the least!
Chris
In reply to Post #1187
I started a thread in 2004 I think called """ Spooky things when nightfishin" Its a good laugh and read same as this but I cant find it anymore....... It is a while back mind
I started a thread in 2004 I think called """ Spooky things when nightfishin" Its a good laugh and read same as this but I cant find it anymore....... It is a while back mind
In reply to Post #1188
Great read 
Great read
In reply to Post #1188
Tragically boyo I think that thread has now been auto-deleted. Shame it was the best thread ever. My favourite story was about the guy who felt a hand on his shoulder way out in the middle of nowhere. Probably meant to scare him but I also suspect warn him of danger too. He slept in his car all night and then drove away at first light.
If I can be bothered I'll write up Tony Mile's account of his experience on the Cherwell and at Redmire if you want?
Tragically boyo I think that thread has now been auto-deleted. Shame it was the best thread ever. My favourite story was about the guy who felt a hand on his shoulder way out in the middle of nowhere. Probably meant to scare him but I also suspect warn him of danger too. He slept in his car all night and then drove away at first light.
If I can be bothered I'll write up Tony Mile's account of his experience on the Cherwell and at Redmire if you want?
Pike fishing on a canal I moved my chair back so that the towpath traffic could go through sat there relaxing with a little warmth from the winter sun and a coffee then a cow stuck its head through the fence licked the side of my face then mooed 
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In reply to Post #1191
When I was fishing the Avon just outside Stratford I got woke up by mooing, as i dragged my head from the sleeping bag there was a flock of cows about 6ft infront of my brolly all looking at me. They are big, there was many.
When I was fishing the Avon just outside Stratford I got woke up by mooing, as i dragged my head from the sleeping bag there was a flock of cows about 6ft infront of my brolly all looking at me. They are big, there was many.
In reply to Post #1190
In reply to Post #1192
they are the devil incarnate.
they are the devil incarnate.
I was doing a two night session over Bretons farm a few year back it was a October. As the lake wasn't owner by anyone (and still isn't ) you only got a few people coming past, and by 6 in the evening i'm already tucked up in my sleeping back drifting in and out of consciousness dreaming of my alarms screaming away.
Anyway its cold, dark and misty and i thought i heard a noise it' about 2 in the morning now i'm up armed with my trusty baseball bat (i'm alone on this lake) thinking a bunch of kids are coming round or some drunks believe me you can get all sorts over there, now i know 99% of people aren't looking for trouble but you never know so instead of waiting for it to come to me i start to walk round to where i thought i heard the noise which i can't hear anymore by the way, but the scene is set like something out of a Hammer horror movie, if anyone knows Brettons i was fishing the island on the second open, so i start walking towards the finger end of the lake can't hear a thing, then this massive Rottweiler come out of the mist looks at me, i look at it and then i goes past calmly on it way with no owner insight.
I guess the dog had just got bored or couldn't sleep and took itself for a walk ha ha but fellas its was proper weird.
It was the only thing worth talking about after that session as i blanked.
Anyway its cold, dark and misty and i thought i heard a noise it' about 2 in the morning now i'm up armed with my trusty baseball bat (i'm alone on this lake) thinking a bunch of kids are coming round or some drunks believe me you can get all sorts over there, now i know 99% of people aren't looking for trouble but you never know so instead of waiting for it to come to me i start to walk round to where i thought i heard the noise which i can't hear anymore by the way, but the scene is set like something out of a Hammer horror movie, if anyone knows Brettons i was fishing the island on the second open, so i start walking towards the finger end of the lake can't hear a thing, then this massive Rottweiler come out of the mist looks at me, i look at it and then i goes past calmly on it way with no owner insight.
I guess the dog had just got bored or couldn't sleep and took itself for a walk ha ha but fellas its was proper weird.
It was the only thing worth talking about after that session as i blanked.
In reply to Post #1195
Not a ghost story but I was fishing my old lake a few years ago for a couple of nights.
It was about half eight and darkness was just settling in, I was on the lake on my own and had just finished baiting up for the night so put the kettle on, had a fag and sat watching the water until the light finally went.
At about half nine, I was just about to get on the bedchair and thought I'd seen something on the other side of the lake, couldn't see or hear anything and thought it was just a bit of wildlife so jumped in my pit and started to read by headtorch.
About half ten, was just about drifting off to sleep and hear some shuffling outside the bivvy and then a barrel of a cocked shotgun is poked into my bivvy, followed by two old boys asking if anyone was in there.
Absolutley **** myself and didn't sleep a great deal afterwards either.
Not a ghost story but I was fishing my old lake a few years ago for a couple of nights.
It was about half eight and darkness was just settling in, I was on the lake on my own and had just finished baiting up for the night so put the kettle on, had a fag and sat watching the water until the light finally went.
At about half nine, I was just about to get on the bedchair and thought I'd seen something on the other side of the lake, couldn't see or hear anything and thought it was just a bit of wildlife so jumped in my pit and started to read by headtorch.
About half ten, was just about drifting off to sleep and hear some shuffling outside the bivvy and then a barrel of a cocked shotgun is poked into my bivvy, followed by two old boys asking if anyone was in there.
Absolutley **** myself and didn't sleep a great deal afterwards either.
In reply to Post #1196
bet the old boys pi...... Theirselves with laughter
bet the old boys pi...... Theirselves with laughter