In reply to Post #1193
Tony Miles' writings on his experience on the River Cherwell from his great book Big Fish Angling published first in 1990 I believe:
Part 1
During my angling career (which now spans over thirty years) I have had very few frightening experiences that could be attritbuted to anything but entirely natural causes. I have always found ghost stories great fun and although I certainly have never discounted the possibility of a spirit world, either for good or malign intent (I personally favour the latter view), none of my countless night-fishing sorties have ever been disturbed by spectres or things that went bump. I have always found the countryside is a very friendly and benign place at night (guess it works for some). During the eighties, however, I have experienced two nights when the events that occured have no satisfactory explanation. One of those nights (which you will read about later) happened in the Evening Pitch (surprise, surprise) at Redmire, but the other took place in that barbel swim on the last day of August, 1984, I have never been as frightened, either before or since, as I was that night.
The night was totally breathless with not the slightest hint of a breeze and, as it was beautifully clear and starry, it was not excessively dark. I had not seen a soul all day and complete silence reigned all around me. I was completely relaxed, watching my glowtip intently when quite suddenly the quiet was disturbed by loud clumsy footsteps and distinct heavy breathing sounds (uh-oh!). I was not at all concerned (whatever). The noises were so loud I knew they had to be caused by someone walking up to me and was certain that Alastair had come down to see how I was faring (not too well by the sounds of it). I actually spoke out loud to him, but thought it strange that I had not heard him wading through the shallow water that had to be crossed to reach the swim. There was no answer and yet the breathing noises continued, so I picked up my torch and searched the bushes behind me (I'd already be running for the car), fully expecting one of my friends to spring out at me. But there was no-one there and my little copse was deserted. I even waded back across the small side-stream to the field beyond and searched both upstream and downstream for some explanation, but could find none. There were not even any cattle in the field that I might have heard.
It was once again totally silent when I re-entered the copse, as indeed it had been in the open field, and I half-convinced myself that I had imagined it. It was most odd (rather like his desire to remain in the area). However, within only a minute or two of resuming fishing, the rustling and heavy breathing sounds started again - so loud that they could not possibly have been imagined and I was now becoming quite apprehensive. Cracking noises right behind me prompted me once again to search the thicket with my large torch and before long I stood at the edge of the open field again, having once more confirmed that the bank was deserted except for myself. I remember taking a deep breath and telling myself very firmly to ignore the strange sounds (some never learn). Somehow there had to be a logical explanation although I was hard pressed to find one.
(Continued shortly)
Tony Miles' writings on his experience on the River Cherwell from his great book Big Fish Angling published first in 1990 I believe:
Part 1
During my angling career (which now spans over thirty years) I have had very few frightening experiences that could be attritbuted to anything but entirely natural causes. I have always found ghost stories great fun and although I certainly have never discounted the possibility of a spirit world, either for good or malign intent (I personally favour the latter view), none of my countless night-fishing sorties have ever been disturbed by spectres or things that went bump. I have always found the countryside is a very friendly and benign place at night (guess it works for some). During the eighties, however, I have experienced two nights when the events that occured have no satisfactory explanation. One of those nights (which you will read about later) happened in the Evening Pitch (surprise, surprise) at Redmire, but the other took place in that barbel swim on the last day of August, 1984, I have never been as frightened, either before or since, as I was that night.
The night was totally breathless with not the slightest hint of a breeze and, as it was beautifully clear and starry, it was not excessively dark. I had not seen a soul all day and complete silence reigned all around me. I was completely relaxed, watching my glowtip intently when quite suddenly the quiet was disturbed by loud clumsy footsteps and distinct heavy breathing sounds (uh-oh!). I was not at all concerned (whatever). The noises were so loud I knew they had to be caused by someone walking up to me and was certain that Alastair had come down to see how I was faring (not too well by the sounds of it). I actually spoke out loud to him, but thought it strange that I had not heard him wading through the shallow water that had to be crossed to reach the swim. There was no answer and yet the breathing noises continued, so I picked up my torch and searched the bushes behind me (I'd already be running for the car), fully expecting one of my friends to spring out at me. But there was no-one there and my little copse was deserted. I even waded back across the small side-stream to the field beyond and searched both upstream and downstream for some explanation, but could find none. There were not even any cattle in the field that I might have heard.
It was once again totally silent when I re-entered the copse, as indeed it had been in the open field, and I half-convinced myself that I had imagined it. It was most odd (rather like his desire to remain in the area). However, within only a minute or two of resuming fishing, the rustling and heavy breathing sounds started again - so loud that they could not possibly have been imagined and I was now becoming quite apprehensive. Cracking noises right behind me prompted me once again to search the thicket with my large torch and before long I stood at the edge of the open field again, having once more confirmed that the bank was deserted except for myself. I remember taking a deep breath and telling myself very firmly to ignore the strange sounds (some never learn). Somehow there had to be a logical explanation although I was hard pressed to find one.
(Continued shortly)
In reply to Post #1198
Part 2
I went back to my tackle again, turned off my torch and broke out my flask for a welcome cup of tea; I never did drink that tea. Within perhaps half a minute of pouring it, there was a terrific crash in the undergrowth that sounded right next to me. I can tell you that I was getting scared now and with more than a little trepidation I searched the area once again. This time I knew that I would find nothing, but what I did realise was that the thicket had suddenly become cloaked in a cold, clammy, swirling mist. Everywhere I walked the heavy breathing accompanied me and I knew that further fishing was impossible (you don't say!).
The visibility was down to only a few yards as I half-waded, half-stumbled across the side-stream, and when I stood on the open field something else struck me as being highly unusual. The only area where there was any mist was that little thicket. Over the rest of the river and the fields there was none, and the night was beautifully clear as it always had been. That made no sense whatsoever. - (supernatural, malicious, energy-vampire causing localised temperature drop explains it well enough for me!)
My heart was still pounding with nervous exhaustion as I packed the car and as I drove out of the lay-by that night, I vowed that I would never night-fish that swim again. I never have.
-- And that's it. He mentions a little more about it about how he fished there again, but never at night. Personally I'd have avoided the whole area forever. This is copywright material bear in mind so if that is a problem and it gets suppressed anyone who wants to read it can pm me and I'll e-mail you over a word document with it in. It's a 20 odd year old book though. I doubt anyone will lose any sleep about that. Spooky eh?
Part 2
I went back to my tackle again, turned off my torch and broke out my flask for a welcome cup of tea; I never did drink that tea. Within perhaps half a minute of pouring it, there was a terrific crash in the undergrowth that sounded right next to me. I can tell you that I was getting scared now and with more than a little trepidation I searched the area once again. This time I knew that I would find nothing, but what I did realise was that the thicket had suddenly become cloaked in a cold, clammy, swirling mist. Everywhere I walked the heavy breathing accompanied me and I knew that further fishing was impossible (you don't say!).
The visibility was down to only a few yards as I half-waded, half-stumbled across the side-stream, and when I stood on the open field something else struck me as being highly unusual. The only area where there was any mist was that little thicket. Over the rest of the river and the fields there was none, and the night was beautifully clear as it always had been. That made no sense whatsoever. - (supernatural, malicious, energy-vampire causing localised temperature drop explains it well enough for me!)
My heart was still pounding with nervous exhaustion as I packed the car and as I drove out of the lay-by that night, I vowed that I would never night-fish that swim again. I never have.
-- And that's it. He mentions a little more about it about how he fished there again, but never at night. Personally I'd have avoided the whole area forever. This is copywright material bear in mind so if that is a problem and it gets suppressed anyone who wants to read it can pm me and I'll e-mail you over a word document with it in. It's a 20 odd year old book though. I doubt anyone will lose any sleep about that. Spooky eh?
In reply to Post #1199
Thanks for that, any plans to put his other story up?
Thanks for that, any plans to put his other story up?
In reply to Post #1200
Yeah sure Sam. I just need to let it run a bit longer to make sure admin are happy for it to stay up. They might not have seen it yet.
I also need the time too. I'll see if I can do it tonight. Thanks
*Edit* Although it all sounds interesting sometimes I think in truth there is something very, very dangerous behind all of this. Some recent and terrifying experiences in my own life confirm it. His next story which I'll try and post up later strongly suggests this. Not just ghosts, something far worse. If my business stays good and frees up some time I might start learning Demonology - and definitely not with the intention of doing anything - rather to learn about how to defend against it. Wait till you hear his Redmire story. I think most people who'd had really scary experiences at Redmire would agree it's something quite alot more than just a ghost!
Yeah sure Sam. I just need to let it run a bit longer to make sure admin are happy for it to stay up. They might not have seen it yet.
I also need the time too. I'll see if I can do it tonight. Thanks
*Edit* Although it all sounds interesting sometimes I think in truth there is something very, very dangerous behind all of this. Some recent and terrifying experiences in my own life confirm it. His next story which I'll try and post up later strongly suggests this. Not just ghosts, something far worse. If my business stays good and frees up some time I might start learning Demonology - and definitely not with the intention of doing anything - rather to learn about how to defend against it. Wait till you hear his Redmire story. I think most people who'd had really scary experiences at Redmire would agree it's something quite alot more than just a ghost!
In reply to Post #1201
Now I wanna buy that book...
Now I wanna buy that book...
http://www.amazon.co.uk/BIG-FISH-ANGLING-SPECIMEN-REFLECTS/dp/B002C4QQUU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1335628003&sr=8-2
That'll get you to it on Amazon. Barnes & Noble and others may also sell it. I think it might be out of print now. It's not full of stuff like that, in fact there are only two ghost stories in it, but Tony Miles' style throughout is good, clean practical and always entertaining. Some bad experiences in life have left me rather dis-illusioned with Chris Yates' extravagant style and as such Tony's style appeals to me alot more now because it's just so frank and plain yet full of experience and great info. Anyways I'm off fishing for a few hours I'll try and type up the Redmire story later. Thanks.
That'll get you to it on Amazon. Barnes & Noble and others may also sell it. I think it might be out of print now. It's not full of stuff like that, in fact there are only two ghost stories in it, but Tony Miles' style throughout is good, clean practical and always entertaining. Some bad experiences in life have left me rather dis-illusioned with Chris Yates' extravagant style and as such Tony's style appeals to me alot more now because it's just so frank and plain yet full of experience and great info. Anyways I'm off fishing for a few hours I'll try and type up the Redmire story later. Thanks.
In reply to Post #1201
Some recent and terrifying experiences in my own life confirm it.
Go on spill the beans
Some recent and terrifying experiences in my own life confirm it.
Go on spill the beans
In reply to Post #1204
Nope
Nope
In reply to Post #1201
Many thanks, I'm looking forward to it.
I too have had 2 experiences that I can only put down to being paranormal, however, I think a lot of peoples experiences are explainable.
I don't mind saying that on one of those expriences, I was almost in a state of shock, I have come close to dieing through my own stupidity before (non spooky stuff), but that wasn't as scary as this paranormal experience. Sounds a bit far fetched I know, but very true!
I'll post up later.
Many thanks, I'm looking forward to it.
I too have had 2 experiences that I can only put down to being paranormal, however, I think a lot of peoples experiences are explainable.
I don't mind saying that on one of those expriences, I was almost in a state of shock, I have come close to dieing through my own stupidity before (non spooky stuff), but that wasn't as scary as this paranormal experience. Sounds a bit far fetched I know, but very true!
I'll post up later.
In reply to Post #1206
Sam...you wanna tell the lads/ladies on the forum bout the lake you fished ...etc
and it wasnt till afterwards ......till i told you why you had the experience....that you did.....
re the family crypt......Ad..... .....
Sam...you wanna tell the lads/ladies on the forum bout the lake you fished ...etc
and it wasnt till afterwards
......till i told you why you had the experience....that you did.....re the family crypt......Ad.....
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In reply to Post #1207
The second worst night of my life, the first was when I pulled that bird from bodmin
The second worst night of my life, the first was when I pulled that bird from bodmin
In reply to Post #1208
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just be grateful she didnt come from Cambourne.......LOL
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just be grateful she didnt come from Cambourne.......LOL
Sounds a bit far fetched I know, but very true!
No it doesn't Sam. If I can find the time and the words (I don't think even I can - and I'm good with words) I'll *try* and explain what happened to me. I'll have to really water it down though, this is a public forum. I guess if it hasn't happened to you, you won't understand.
No it doesn't Sam. If I can find the time and the words (I don't think even I can - and I'm good with words) I'll *try* and explain what happened to me. I'll have to really water it down though, this is a public forum. I guess if it hasn't happened to you, you won't understand.
Far too much weed being smoked lads! 
In reply to Post #1203
Cheers mate, will order it, looks a good read.
Cheers mate, will order it, looks a good read.