In reply to Post #1227
It will most likely be some sort of fundamentalist Paganism bonesman. If he saw something he shouldn't have then he's right to keep quiet about it
It will most likely be some sort of fundamentalist Paganism bonesman. If he saw something he shouldn't have then he's right to keep quiet about it
In reply to Post #1227
You see Ty,if i tell you what i saw i would go back on the promise i gave my mother..
She knows some of em......plus my missus comes from a `herbalist`background..
I wiil say one word though...
Coven................
You see Ty,if i tell you what i saw i would go back on the promise i gave my mother..
She knows some of em......plus my missus comes from a `herbalist`background..
I wiil say one word though...
Coven................
Okay here's the next one:
Part 1
At about midnight, with nothing having transpired to disturb my dark, still world, I climbed into my sleeping bag and wearily closed my eyes. To the sound of a distant hunting owl, I was soon asleep and so I remained until a little after 3 a.m. when I was awoken with a start by the most violent shaking of the bivvy on the side on which I was sleeping. It was almost as if a large dog had taken the material in his mouth and was trying to rip a hole in it. I shot out of the bivvy to investigate the cause of the commotion, and as I did so the shaking stopped abruptly. It was a little unnerving, especially as I soon established that there was no apparent cause for the phenomenon. I was totally alone, there was not a breath of wind and I soon convinced myself that it must have been a large animal. Perhaps a fox or badger had stumbled onto the material.
Back in my bivvy, I decided to have a brew up before retiring to bed once more and while I was waiting for the kettle to boil I became aware for the first time of how incredibly cold it had become inside my shelter. It was weird. Outside it was a very warm, humid night, but the bivvy felt as though it had been refrigerated. At first I put it down to condensation, but even then it was unnaturally chilly. Once I had made my tea, I wandered down to the Stumps swim with it to warm my feet up. I was perhaps only there for three or four minutes, but it was long enough for me to realise the tremendous temperature difference between that area and my bivvy. In the space of only about forty yards of bank, it felt as though the temperature difference was about twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
Convincing myself that it was obviously some freak atmospheric condition, I was soon once more ensconced in my sleeping bag and was soon asleep. Three times, however, in the next hour I was awoken suddenly by what felt like a blast of freezing air across my cheek, and the third time it was so startling that I sat bolt upright on my bedchair. I noticed two things almost instantaneously. The first was that the bivvy was now like an icebox, and the second was a large black shadow that crossed and then re-crossed the open door of the camp. To say that I was now distinctly uneasy would be putting it mildly, and without further ado I gathered up my sleeping bag and walked with it to the car, only about twenty yards away. Having locked myself in, I lowered the passenger seat, made myself as comfortable as possible and then slept the rest of the dark hours without further interruption.
Part 1
At about midnight, with nothing having transpired to disturb my dark, still world, I climbed into my sleeping bag and wearily closed my eyes. To the sound of a distant hunting owl, I was soon asleep and so I remained until a little after 3 a.m. when I was awoken with a start by the most violent shaking of the bivvy on the side on which I was sleeping. It was almost as if a large dog had taken the material in his mouth and was trying to rip a hole in it. I shot out of the bivvy to investigate the cause of the commotion, and as I did so the shaking stopped abruptly. It was a little unnerving, especially as I soon established that there was no apparent cause for the phenomenon. I was totally alone, there was not a breath of wind and I soon convinced myself that it must have been a large animal. Perhaps a fox or badger had stumbled onto the material.
Back in my bivvy, I decided to have a brew up before retiring to bed once more and while I was waiting for the kettle to boil I became aware for the first time of how incredibly cold it had become inside my shelter. It was weird. Outside it was a very warm, humid night, but the bivvy felt as though it had been refrigerated. At first I put it down to condensation, but even then it was unnaturally chilly. Once I had made my tea, I wandered down to the Stumps swim with it to warm my feet up. I was perhaps only there for three or four minutes, but it was long enough for me to realise the tremendous temperature difference between that area and my bivvy. In the space of only about forty yards of bank, it felt as though the temperature difference was about twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
Convincing myself that it was obviously some freak atmospheric condition, I was soon once more ensconced in my sleeping bag and was soon asleep. Three times, however, in the next hour I was awoken suddenly by what felt like a blast of freezing air across my cheek, and the third time it was so startling that I sat bolt upright on my bedchair. I noticed two things almost instantaneously. The first was that the bivvy was now like an icebox, and the second was a large black shadow that crossed and then re-crossed the open door of the camp. To say that I was now distinctly uneasy would be putting it mildly, and without further ado I gathered up my sleeping bag and walked with it to the car, only about twenty yards away. Having locked myself in, I lowered the passenger seat, made myself as comfortable as possible and then slept the rest of the dark hours without further interruption.
In reply to Post #1230
Part 2
I tried to make sense of it all the following morning and even tried to convince myself that I had imagined it. But deep down I knew that I had not. The shaking of the tent and the intense cold had been only too real. What I did know was that I had now lost all interest in fishing and simply did not want to spend another night at the water alone. Not long after day-break, I packed my gear in the car and set off, or rather I tried to set off. The torrential downpour had left the car parking area so muddy that there was no way that I could drive through the gate and into the field beyond, especially as that manoeuvre involved a right angle turn going uphill. I struggled for half an hour but to no avail, and so I was forced to and find Dave, who eventually arrived with the tractor to pull me out. At long last, I was on my way home three days early, and this time I had no regrets about leaving Redmire.
The interesting postscript to this story is that at the time I had never read or heard of the strange occurrences that have been attributed to the Evening Pitch by various anglers. It was many months later at a NASA conference, when I was talking to Len Arbery and his on Tony, that Len said something that took my mind back. He mentioned a night when he too had experienced feelings of intense cold in his bivvy, and it was so marked in his case that articles inside the camp were actually frosted the next morning – and this was in summer!
On 11 October 1989, I read in the Angling Times of the most frightening phenomenon in the Evening Pitch to date, one so shocking that a priest was called in to perform an exorcism. Ricky Richardson was camping in the swim with his son at night and a hideous apparition with green staring eyes materialised at the bivvy door and stared in on them. Other anglers from different parts of the lake heard their screams and when they arrived found Ricky cowering in shock at the back of the camp. When I read that story, my mind went back to that particular night in 1986. If I had seen the same spectre, it would definitely have been a case of breaking out the brown trousers! (in my case it would meant a major overwhelming heart attack causing instant death
Part 2
I tried to make sense of it all the following morning and even tried to convince myself that I had imagined it. But deep down I knew that I had not. The shaking of the tent and the intense cold had been only too real. What I did know was that I had now lost all interest in fishing and simply did not want to spend another night at the water alone. Not long after day-break, I packed my gear in the car and set off, or rather I tried to set off. The torrential downpour had left the car parking area so muddy that there was no way that I could drive through the gate and into the field beyond, especially as that manoeuvre involved a right angle turn going uphill. I struggled for half an hour but to no avail, and so I was forced to and find Dave, who eventually arrived with the tractor to pull me out. At long last, I was on my way home three days early, and this time I had no regrets about leaving Redmire.
The interesting postscript to this story is that at the time I had never read or heard of the strange occurrences that have been attributed to the Evening Pitch by various anglers. It was many months later at a NASA conference, when I was talking to Len Arbery and his on Tony, that Len said something that took my mind back. He mentioned a night when he too had experienced feelings of intense cold in his bivvy, and it was so marked in his case that articles inside the camp were actually frosted the next morning – and this was in summer!
On 11 October 1989, I read in the Angling Times of the most frightening phenomenon in the Evening Pitch to date, one so shocking that a priest was called in to perform an exorcism. Ricky Richardson was camping in the swim with his son at night and a hideous apparition with green staring eyes materialised at the bivvy door and stared in on them. Other anglers from different parts of the lake heard their screams and when they arrived found Ricky cowering in shock at the back of the camp. When I read that story, my mind went back to that particular night in 1986. If I had seen the same spectre, it would definitely have been a case of breaking out the brown trousers! (in my case it would meant a major overwhelming heart attack causing instant death
In reply to Post #1231
Right thats it, only fishing days now.
Right thats it, only fishing days now.
In reply to Post #1231
The guy above me is a donut
The guy above me is a donut
In reply to Post #1233
The guy below me is correct..
The guy below me is correct..
In reply to Post #1231
Great tale. I've read about the evening pitch many a time.
I've had a two different occarances myself over the years at two different waters. Neither can be explained. Still doesn't stop me fishing alone. Even though one of the occarances envolved me being strangled by something that I couldn't see.
Great tale. I've read about the evening pitch many a time.
I've had a two different occarances myself over the years at two different waters. Neither can be explained. Still doesn't stop me fishing alone. Even though one of the occarances envolved me being strangled by something that I couldn't see.
In reply to Post #1235
Come on Les , lets hear it , especially the strangling one
Come on Les , lets hear it , especially the strangling one
In reply to Post #1236
These things can literally scare you silly ! Honestly the bloke i saw when i was 10/11 who had seen the full body apparition was a total mess ! He refused to ever go back intot he mill alone .... makes you wonder
These things can literally scare you silly ! Honestly the bloke i saw when i was 10/11 who had seen the full body apparition was a total mess ! He refused to ever go back intot he mill alone .... makes you wonder
In reply to Post #1237
TOm!
Check out Haunted Britain on Youtube episodes 12 and 13
TOm!
Check out Haunted Britain on Youtube episodes 12 and 13
In reply to Post #1238
on it buddy ! scare the crap out of myself before bed , good times
on it buddy ! scare the crap out of myself before bed , good times
In reply to Post #1238
Check out Haunted Britain on Youtube episodes 12 and 13
i watched it was very good i always keep an open mind on such matters
Check out Haunted Britain on Youtube episodes 12 and 13
i watched it was very good i always keep an open mind on such matters
I was fishing on a place called highbridge on the Eastleigh& district club book when they used to have it. It was autumn time and I was fishing on weighbridge point on my own. It was around 1ish in the morning and I was fast asleep. The next thing I know is I've got these hands gripped tightly around my neck. I've woke up but there's nothing there but I could still feel these hands around my neck. I honestly thought that was going to be my lot. All of a sudden the grip released and whatever it was was gone. I sat wondering wtf had happened. I stayed but funnily didn't go back to sleep. Never really been able to explain what happened.
The other time something strange happened I was fishing at rooksbury park. People who know the lake will know there's only one way in or out. It's completely surrounded by trees and swamp ish ground. I was fishing by the entrance, the 1st swim you come to. It was around 5.30-6am in the morning and light because it was summertime. Whilst having a brew I saw a guy around the opposite side walking along the bank.
Well I knew I was the only one fishing and wondered how he had got to where he was without my noticing. He had to walk past me to get in after all ! I watched him to see where he was going, he passed behind some trees on the opposite right hand corner swim but didn't come out the other side. I never thought much about it til one of the locals, roger brame, came down around 9ish that morning. He asked who else was down. I said I thought it was just me but there may be someone round the other side as I'd seen them but didn't see them come in, even though I was up. Roger then told me I'd seen old, cant remember the name, who had died whilst fishing that swim and is often seen over there!
The other time something strange happened I was fishing at rooksbury park. People who know the lake will know there's only one way in or out. It's completely surrounded by trees and swamp ish ground. I was fishing by the entrance, the 1st swim you come to. It was around 5.30-6am in the morning and light because it was summertime. Whilst having a brew I saw a guy around the opposite side walking along the bank.
Well I knew I was the only one fishing and wondered how he had got to where he was without my noticing. He had to walk past me to get in after all ! I watched him to see where he was going, he passed behind some trees on the opposite right hand corner swim but didn't come out the other side. I never thought much about it til one of the locals, roger brame, came down around 9ish that morning. He asked who else was down. I said I thought it was just me but there may be someone round the other side as I'd seen them but didn't see them come in, even though I was up. Roger then told me I'd seen old, cant remember the name, who had died whilst fishing that swim and is often seen over there!
In reply to Post #1229
Fair enough
Fair enough