In reply to Post #1452
Anyone got any more of these?
Anyone got any more of these?
My syndicate is secure,high fence all round and two locked gates to get in to the car park.i've quite often been the only one on there if I do a night mid week.
One night last year I woke up and something felt wrong,can't put my finger on it but I felt like I was in total blackness and felt really scared,suddenly the whole bivvy shook for a couple of seconds,like when it has been raining and you shake it to dry....the feeling lasted a few seconds and then passed and I honestly thought I must of imagined it.
A couple of weeks ago the mrs asked if I was going fishing that weekend and could she join me.she quite often fishes with me so it wasnt a problem.during the night I got woken by her calling out my name in a panic.i woke up and she looked absolutely terrified.she said she felt like someone was trying to pull her out of the back of the bivvy.
I went over and did Sunday night this weekend and woke during the night to the feeling that someone was standing outside the bivvy.there has been a bit of tackle theft in the area lately so i jumped out just in case but no-one was around.when I got home yesterday and told the mrs,we started searching to see what we could find out about the area.turns out that during the plague they used to bring the dead bodies from London up the river which is about half a mile away and bury them in the surrounding fields.....
One night last year I woke up and something felt wrong,can't put my finger on it but I felt like I was in total blackness and felt really scared,suddenly the whole bivvy shook for a couple of seconds,like when it has been raining and you shake it to dry....the feeling lasted a few seconds and then passed and I honestly thought I must of imagined it.
A couple of weeks ago the mrs asked if I was going fishing that weekend and could she join me.she quite often fishes with me so it wasnt a problem.during the night I got woken by her calling out my name in a panic.i woke up and she looked absolutely terrified.she said she felt like someone was trying to pull her out of the back of the bivvy.
I went over and did Sunday night this weekend and woke during the night to the feeling that someone was standing outside the bivvy.there has been a bit of tackle theft in the area lately so i jumped out just in case but no-one was around.when I got home yesterday and told the mrs,we started searching to see what we could find out about the area.turns out that during the plague they used to bring the dead bodies from London up the river which is about half a mile away and bury them in the surrounding fields.....
Was told a story by my brother about one of his friends who fished a lake near a monastery some years ago (not sure if it's Furnace Lake near East Grinstead?). This guy (who I met once) seemed to be pretty level headed but by all accounts what happened to him on this occasion left him very badly shaken. Having waited to get into his chosen swim, he'd set up and said cheerio to his mate and settled down for the evening. As it got darker, slight mist started to cover the lake at which point he nodded off. Around 3am, he was awoken by what he described as a growl and sat bolt upright. Looking out across the lake, through the mist he could see a cloaked figure drifting across the lake towards him. Suddenly his rods began to violently bounce and jump about on the bank sticks. He was so terrified he ran back to his car and drove home. By all accounts he did return for his stuff a few days after but has never fished the venue since or fished nights.
Would be interested to know if anyone else has heard this story?
Personally, scariest thing that happened to me fishing was at an old brick pit some years ago. During the early hours when it was still pitch black, I could hear something creeping though the undergrowth getting nearer to where I was fishing in a dug out swim at the bottom of a slope. When I shouted to try and scare off whatever was making the noise, silence. My policy has always been the best defence is attack, or act like a nutter and show no fear! So I grabbed my torch and a large log and heart racing ran in ready to have a go. I stopped and shone the torch around and initially saw nothing, but then suddenly saw in the torchlight a body in camo lying in the undergrowth. Really shaken now I thought I'd heard someone dumping a body and thinking the murderers still nearby when this tit stood up and apologised for alarming me but they were TA on manoeuvres and were trying to get to the lake undetected for water. After some expletives on my part, I said what do you mean we and his mate stood up right behind me. How I didn't **** myself I'll never know, but after telling them to get their water and **** off sharpish, I spent the rest of the night wide awake, shaken and rather pissed off. Have never been back since! And to make it worse, not even a bleep!
Would be interested to know if anyone else has heard this story?
Personally, scariest thing that happened to me fishing was at an old brick pit some years ago. During the early hours when it was still pitch black, I could hear something creeping though the undergrowth getting nearer to where I was fishing in a dug out swim at the bottom of a slope. When I shouted to try and scare off whatever was making the noise, silence. My policy has always been the best defence is attack, or act like a nutter and show no fear! So I grabbed my torch and a large log and heart racing ran in ready to have a go. I stopped and shone the torch around and initially saw nothing, but then suddenly saw in the torchlight a body in camo lying in the undergrowth. Really shaken now I thought I'd heard someone dumping a body and thinking the murderers still nearby when this tit stood up and apologised for alarming me but they were TA on manoeuvres and were trying to get to the lake undetected for water. After some expletives on my part, I said what do you mean we and his mate stood up right behind me. How I didn't **** myself I'll never know, but after telling them to get their water and **** off sharpish, I spent the rest of the night wide awake, shaken and rather pissed off. Have never been back since! And to make it worse, not even a bleep!
Some brilliant story's on here has anyone got anymore?
In reply to Post #1456
No, this was the old pit behind the cottages at Betchworth, at the base of Box Hill. Very eerie at night and bags of atmosphere.
No, this was the old pit behind the cottages at Betchworth, at the base of Box Hill. Very eerie at night and bags of atmosphere.
i always have bad nightmares when i do nights its always similar ones my mate as said many times who was you fighting with last night i just dont know why as never have them in the house. mind a couple of hedge hogs **** me up once my mate said they were mating f##k they make a noise
In reply to Post #1460
Doing a night anywhere in the Lee valley at the moment is pretty scary stuff, seeing if you still have all your tackle when you wake up at first light.
Doing a night anywhere in the Lee valley at the moment is pretty scary stuff, seeing if you still have all your tackle when you wake up at first light.
In reply to Post #1459
30 years ago it was a little paradise, natural crystal clear water with big Pike, Carp and Tench. Was surrounded by mature bushes until Dave Barratt, the owner, and his bailiff had the idea of opening it up and started to charge in line with Bury Hill Fisheries. Totally ruined it. Now owned by someone else who I believe has made some improvements, but haven't been back to see it myself.
30 years ago it was a little paradise, natural crystal clear water with big Pike, Carp and Tench. Was surrounded by mature bushes until Dave Barratt, the owner, and his bailiff had the idea of opening it up and started to charge in line with Bury Hill Fisheries. Totally ruined it. Now owned by someone else who I believe has made some improvements, but haven't been back to see it myself.
Fished Broadlands way back and was bivvied on the far side with my bruv. During the night I heard whispering behind the bivvy and some weird cackling which frightened the **** out of me. Suddenly the bivvy shook with a loud wailing outside. Grabbing my trusty truncheon, I leapt out of the bivvy and whirled round shouting what the ****s going on. Suddenly these two drunken pratts screamed and shouted out they thought I was someone else and ran off, one tripping over on a guide rope as he went. In the morning I realised that in front of the bivvy was a small raised mound of a good 8 inches in height. I was obviously standing on this waving the truncheon over my head which means my silhouette would appear to have been something like 7 feet tall. Don't know who was more scared, them or me!
In reply to Post #1463
Made I laugh !!
Made I laugh !!
In reply to Post #1463
If someone leaped out of their bivvy at me holding their truncheon I would probably do one as well!
If someone leaped out of their bivvy at me holding their truncheon I would probably do one as well!
In reply to Post #1465
Especially waving it over his head! ****ing terrifying!!!
Especially waving it over his head! ****ing terrifying!!!
I heard a story about an incident that happened to a carper which I was told happened at Cutt Mill. Apparently some guy was fishing near the dam end and hooked into something heavy. In trying to free his line a stiff floated to the surface. Anyone ever heard of this?
In reply to Post #1467
ive heard of this but a different lake. the place i heard it had happend was at petersfield lake ( the heath ). think it was in the early 90s along the play ground side.
ive heard of this but a different lake. the place i heard it had happend was at petersfield lake ( the heath ). think it was in the early 90s along the play ground side.
In reply to Post #1467
That is the opening scene to 99% of Inspector Morse episodes
That is the opening scene to 99% of Inspector Morse episodes