In reply to Post #1392
maybe they finished smelling it while thinking of u and touching themselves and thought they wud return it in good working order
maybe they finished smelling it while thinking of u and touching themselves and thought they wud return it in good working order
In reply to Post #1393
Fished a lake when I was 15 with a mate. One swim had a mound behind it and a tree with a low branch above maybe 8ft off the ground. Anyway on full moons I always thought I saw an old lady up there.
3yrs later after leaving the lake I saw a book on the village the lake was in... They used to hang people from the tree. Never ever will I go back there.
Fished a lake when I was 15 with a mate. One swim had a mound behind it and a tree with a low branch above maybe 8ft off the ground. Anyway on full moons I always thought I saw an old lady up there.
3yrs later after leaving the lake I saw a book on the village the lake was in... They used to hang people from the tree. Never ever will I go back there.
Last night my beverage choice was four bottles of Westons cider. Whilst nearing the half way point of my fourth bottle, I would save one half of the bottle' incase I needed to wet my whistle during the coming night.
So nearing 11pm I bid farewell to fri and wished my rods all the luck,
Upon awakening at at 2.45 am sat, I reached for my bottle with glee only to find the bottle upright and empty......????wtf I thought......stay safe people.
So nearing 11pm I bid farewell to fri and wished my rods all the luck,
Upon awakening at at 2.45 am sat, I reached for my bottle with glee only to find the bottle upright and empty......????wtf I thought......stay safe people.
In reply to Post #1395
As a lad, I used to haul my gear on my Mums converted 'drag along' shopping trolley over 3 miles to my nearest club lake. There was no night fishing allowed then, and because of the distance, I used to creep out at about 2.30am, to get there well before first light.
On an almost moonless, overcast humid Summer night, I was on one of the long straight unlit road stretches of my journey that took me parallel with the M4 near Reading, and in the middle distance (around 300yds) I could have sworn I could make out a white shape moving on the other side of the road, as it got closer it moved across to my side, and appeared to be heading at me. By now I was starting to get a bit 'twitchy' , straining my eyes in the darkness to see what this thing was, at 50yds or so I could see it was definitely an animal of some sort and heading straight towards me. I froze not daring to move, my squeaky trolley wheels at a standstill, within less than a minute, a completely pure white Irish Wolfhound of massive proportions went silently passed me. I remained frozen to the spot for what seemed like ages, hardly daring to turn and look behind me for fear of some sort of attack, and of course, when I finally did, it was nowhere to be seen.
I'm not suggesting that this was definitely some sort of ghost Dog, but the weirdest thing is it didn't even turn to look at me, zero recognition of any kind at such close quarters, and it was completely silent of foot.
As a lad, I used to haul my gear on my Mums converted 'drag along' shopping trolley over 3 miles to my nearest club lake. There was no night fishing allowed then, and because of the distance, I used to creep out at about 2.30am, to get there well before first light.
On an almost moonless, overcast humid Summer night, I was on one of the long straight unlit road stretches of my journey that took me parallel with the M4 near Reading, and in the middle distance (around 300yds) I could have sworn I could make out a white shape moving on the other side of the road, as it got closer it moved across to my side, and appeared to be heading at me. By now I was starting to get a bit 'twitchy' , straining my eyes in the darkness to see what this thing was, at 50yds or so I could see it was definitely an animal of some sort and heading straight towards me. I froze not daring to move, my squeaky trolley wheels at a standstill, within less than a minute, a completely pure white Irish Wolfhound of massive proportions went silently passed me. I remained frozen to the spot for what seemed like ages, hardly daring to turn and look behind me for fear of some sort of attack, and of course, when I finally did, it was nowhere to be seen.
I'm not suggesting that this was definitely some sort of ghost Dog, but the weirdest thing is it didn't even turn to look at me, zero recognition of any kind at such close quarters, and it was completely silent of foot.
In reply to Post #1395
Ahhh now you are leaving one key elemnt out of the story here Ray and that is which Westons you were drinking...?
If it was the Vintage at 500ml and 8.2% then I neither would have had a clue if I had finished the 4th bottle off or not....
Ahhh now you are leaving one key elemnt out of the story here Ray and that is which Westons you were drinking...?
If it was the Vintage at 500ml and 8.2% then I neither would have had a clue if I had finished the 4th bottle off or not....
In reply to Post #1397
It was the vintage Matt, in all honesty I bought them from Tesco express in my usual hurry, where normally their stocks are around the 5% mark, and did not notice,
The rest is history, I think.
It was the vintage Matt, in all honesty I bought them from Tesco express in my usual hurry, where normally their stocks are around the 5% mark, and did not notice,
The rest is history, I think.
In reply to Post #1398
In reply to Post #1398
The finest apple pop available
The finest apple pop available
In reply to Post #1396
sod that, dont think i'd of froze, i'd have left me gear and run all the way home for a clean pair of undies
sod that, dont think i'd of froze, i'd have left me gear and run all the way home for a clean pair of undies
In reply to Post #1401
Iv got a couple of good tales to tel the first was when i was in my early 20s i was dating a nice gal from chobam for a couple of months when she invited me to stay with her parents for a wkend i went one friday for tea (how formal!!) after geting on with her folks ok evening came and they showd me my room i was a bot gutted not to b in with my gal but that was zero option the first thing i noticed was how cold it was no this was in august and about 25deg i settled in for the night about two am i woke up with a dry throaght and culdnt breath i started choking i got out bed and went and slept on the couch in the morning my gf asked me waht was up as i was white as a sheet i told her about my experience her mum said that a couple of years ago her son had comitted suicide in there by hanging himself needless to say i never stayed again. The second was at a lake in a park near me i was doing a weekend with a couple of mates and we ran out of water the second night i volanteered to get sum from a tap in the churchyard nexdoor this was about 9pm i wanderd over it was very misty but just as i finished toping the but up i noticed a figure with a lamp thinking it might be the vicar coming to tel me of i went to say helllo but noticedhis clothes lookd odd they were a dinner jacket very old looking i turnd round and hed vanished i ran streight back to my mates and told them in the morning i ventured back over and bumped into the vicar he told me a tale of a man who many years ago who was on his way home from a party and fell in a grave and broke his neck and died needles to say wen i fished that lake i made sure to take plenty of water in future
Iv got a couple of good tales to tel the first was when i was in my early 20s i was dating a nice gal from chobam for a couple of months when she invited me to stay with her parents for a wkend i went one friday for tea (how formal!!) after geting on with her folks ok evening came and they showd me my room i was a bot gutted not to b in with my gal but that was zero option the first thing i noticed was how cold it was no this was in august and about 25deg i settled in for the night about two am i woke up with a dry throaght and culdnt breath i started choking i got out bed and went and slept on the couch in the morning my gf asked me waht was up as i was white as a sheet i told her about my experience her mum said that a couple of years ago her son had comitted suicide in there by hanging himself needless to say i never stayed again. The second was at a lake in a park near me i was doing a weekend with a couple of mates and we ran out of water the second night i volanteered to get sum from a tap in the churchyard nexdoor this was about 9pm i wanderd over it was very misty but just as i finished toping the but up i noticed a figure with a lamp thinking it might be the vicar coming to tel me of i went to say helllo but noticedhis clothes lookd odd they were a dinner jacket very old looking i turnd round and hed vanished i ran streight back to my mates and told them in the morning i ventured back over and bumped into the vicar he told me a tale of a man who many years ago who was on his way home from a party and fell in a grave and broke his neck and died needles to say wen i fished that lake i made sure to take plenty of water in future
In reply to Post #1402
I once fished an old chalk pit with my mate in the winter that was hardly ever fished but did contain some nice carp and when we got to our chosen swims we noticed police tape wrapped around a small cluster of tree's to the right of us but we thought nothing of it as there was always stolen motorbikes and cars being dumped down there. After spending two nights down there we were told that a women from a local care home had gone missing and after two days had been found dead in the cluster of trees a week before we got down there.
I once fished an old chalk pit with my mate in the winter that was hardly ever fished but did contain some nice carp and when we got to our chosen swims we noticed police tape wrapped around a small cluster of tree's to the right of us but we thought nothing of it as there was always stolen motorbikes and cars being dumped down there. After spending two nights down there we were told that a women from a local care home had gone missing and after two days had been found dead in the cluster of trees a week before we got down there.
In Sepember I fished with three mates at a 24 acre lake in Central France. The lake is surrounded, on all sides by an ancient oak forest. After dusk it gets absolutely pitch dark in there.
We had had supper together (beef stew and mash) behind my swim and the lads had gone back to their respective swims to get their rods out.
I had tidied up my kitchen area and just put my feet up in my bivvy when all hell broke loose behind my bivvy. A dreadful screaming noise that got louder and louder, it sounded like several terrified women screaming their heads off.
With the hair sticking up on my neck and my Craghoppers filling, I leaped out of my bivvy to see WTF?
It was pitch dark now so I clapped my hands and shouted at the darkness, this did not work, it got closer and even louder.
I grabbed my bright green pen light torch and waved it at the forest. The beam jabbed out into the blackness and really seemed to upset my unwanted guests. The screaming reached fever pitch and there was the sound of shrubbery moving and twigs snapping.
I bounded onto my fishing platform, leapt into my little boat and rowed about 150 yards (much quicker than Sir Redgrave in his prime) to where Ian and Kenny were fishing.
They were stood on the end of their platform with head torches on wondering who was being murdered, the racket had scared them even at that distance away!
We thought about walking around to my swim with lights and large bank sticks to 'Sort Them Out' but instead we stayed put and polished off Kenny's copious supply of French Traditional Cidre. (being terrified is thirsty work)
The noise eased off and eventually ceased. We relaxed a bit and I had to 'Man Up' and row back to my pitch black bivvy in the trees, to the scene of the carnage!
Fortified by another couple of glasses of French Traditional Cidre I am proud to say I did just that. All was silent when I got there. Even a few wafts with the pen torch did not produce a murmer. I crept out of the boat and leapt into my sleeping bag.
In the cold light of day we decided that it was probably a family of foxes fighting over the food scraps in the shrubbery, maybe??
This was a very scary night!
Simmo
We had had supper together (beef stew and mash) behind my swim and the lads had gone back to their respective swims to get their rods out.
I had tidied up my kitchen area and just put my feet up in my bivvy when all hell broke loose behind my bivvy. A dreadful screaming noise that got louder and louder, it sounded like several terrified women screaming their heads off.
With the hair sticking up on my neck and my Craghoppers filling, I leaped out of my bivvy to see WTF?
It was pitch dark now so I clapped my hands and shouted at the darkness, this did not work, it got closer and even louder.
I grabbed my bright green pen light torch and waved it at the forest. The beam jabbed out into the blackness and really seemed to upset my unwanted guests. The screaming reached fever pitch and there was the sound of shrubbery moving and twigs snapping.
I bounded onto my fishing platform, leapt into my little boat and rowed about 150 yards (much quicker than Sir Redgrave in his prime) to where Ian and Kenny were fishing.
They were stood on the end of their platform with head torches on wondering who was being murdered, the racket had scared them even at that distance away!
We thought about walking around to my swim with lights and large bank sticks to 'Sort Them Out' but instead we stayed put and polished off Kenny's copious supply of French Traditional Cidre. (being terrified is thirsty work)
The noise eased off and eventually ceased. We relaxed a bit and I had to 'Man Up' and row back to my pitch black bivvy in the trees, to the scene of the carnage!
Fortified by another couple of glasses of French Traditional Cidre I am proud to say I did just that. All was silent when I got there. Even a few wafts with the pen torch did not produce a murmer. I crept out of the boat and leapt into my sleeping bag.
In the cold light of day we decided that it was probably a family of foxes fighting over the food scraps in the shrubbery, maybe??
This was a very scary night!
Simmo
In reply to Post #1404
Some cracking stories on here!
Really enjoyable thread!
Some cracking stories on here!
Really enjoyable thread!
awesome thread
In reply to Post #1406
When I was younger and still prone to excessive nights out, I had a bender on the Friday night and decided to do the Saturday night at my local water, one bank was beside a road but the other was a killer walk through a forest and sloped upwards steeply for about 500yrs from the water's edge. As was the norm, I was alone!
After settling in and still feeling a bit rough, darkness came suddenly with the overcast weather.
As I lay on my bedchair I started to dose until jolted awake by the sound of movement not far from the bivvy. I froze, then ten seconds later the sound of a huge branch being snapped followed by the crunching sound as the branch was ripped from the tree. It was deadly silent and every sound was magnified to jumbo jet proportions.
I can honestly say I have never been as scared before or since, I held my breath scared to move and give away my presence. My heart felt like it was gonna burst, it was beating so hard.
After what seemed like an age I let out a breath but for the rest of the night I was wired. There was no way I could leave, the darkness was total because of the trees and negotiating the hillside in the dark would have been futile.
I still don't know what it was, some have suggested a Badger!?!?!?!
When I was younger and still prone to excessive nights out, I had a bender on the Friday night and decided to do the Saturday night at my local water, one bank was beside a road but the other was a killer walk through a forest and sloped upwards steeply for about 500yrs from the water's edge. As was the norm, I was alone!
After settling in and still feeling a bit rough, darkness came suddenly with the overcast weather.
As I lay on my bedchair I started to dose until jolted awake by the sound of movement not far from the bivvy. I froze, then ten seconds later the sound of a huge branch being snapped followed by the crunching sound as the branch was ripped from the tree. It was deadly silent and every sound was magnified to jumbo jet proportions.
I can honestly say I have never been as scared before or since, I held my breath scared to move and give away my presence. My heart felt like it was gonna burst, it was beating so hard.
After what seemed like an age I let out a breath but for the rest of the night I was wired. There was no way I could leave, the darkness was total because of the trees and negotiating the hillside in the dark would have been futile.
I still don't know what it was, some have suggested a Badger!?!?!?!