In reply to Post #1532
Some lovely carp In the newer lake up to 28 and some beautiful old proper carp in the other lakes to high teens
Some lovely carp In the newer lake up to 28 and some beautiful old proper carp in the other lakes to high teens
In reply to Post #1533
Hmmm.. tempting!
Hmmm.. tempting!
In reply to Post #1534
Personally I bypassed the new lake and went straight for the older stock. Some lovely jet black scaleys, not massive but when there's barely another angler who cares
Personally I bypassed the new lake and went straight for the older stock. Some lovely jet black scaleys, not massive but when there's barely another angler who cares
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Under the Chestnuts at Woldale.
Under the Chestnuts at Woldale.
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In reply to Post #1523
Didn't know you could fish it, a few years ago I had to accompany my Mrs for a ghost hunt there as she doesn't drive, if I had known I would have chucked the rods in the car and asked her to wake me up in the morning.
Didn't know you could fish it, a few years ago I had to accompany my Mrs for a ghost hunt there as she doesn't drive, if I had known I would have chucked the rods in the car and asked her to wake me up in the morning.
Hey gang.
To anyone who has a genuine spooky story- would you be happy to have your story shared on a collective of stories for a cheesy Halloween podcast special?
Send me a PM...
To anyone who has a genuine spooky story- would you be happy to have your story shared on a collective of stories for a cheesy Halloween podcast special?
Send me a PM...
resurrecting an old thread as I enjoy the stories. Anyone else got any more to add 😱
In reply to Post #1540
I like things like this too
I like things like this too
I don't know if I have posted this before,or mentioned it..what I'm about to pass on happened...it happened,no doubt about that..!
This is mine and my friend Wills truth ..Will is a full on country boy ,he lives high,high up on the moors ,now Will is kind of a unique, a special guy ,he lives in a remote caravan ,in wild country ,he's also a very,very capable angler ,it's his life for sure,and travelling around the world .
Now as I said ,he's moorland through and through , nothing much fazes him,stories ,fables...etc..ie he's tough.....OK..
Fast forward ,I'm lucky ,...I get to fish special places,places that should not exist ,in any time zone ,or in todays mad,unforgiving,dog eat dog world,..carp fishing included
Simply put i pulled two strings and managed to take Will as a one off guest to a history lake or Wheal...this Wheal has a dark history ,very dark indeed,and when I mention dark,at 3pm summertime this place gets proper dimpsy and at certain times a terrible foreboding can apparition itself ..
After giving Will directions we arrange to meet he's late ,as he got lost,and eventually we meet up and introduced him to the lake,and the owner and his wife..
We chatted to the owners ,for a bit ,but something the wife said stopped us in our tracks ,it went along the lines 'we have had an intruder'..me,being me retorted ,if we see anyone ,I can ring you and let you know..
The straight answer from the lady was,'not that kind of intruder'..and they both ambled off with stout cattle sticks ,prodding and sifting through the fallen leaves,on the angles path,we left them to it..they seemed to have lost something?
We both quickly set up ...but before it was proper dark Wills come up for a cuppa,now this a ritual as we are part of TAS ,..roughly translated as Trangia appreciation society ,Kernow chapter..!
This is mine and my friend Wills truth ..Will is a full on country boy ,he lives high,high up on the moors ,now Will is kind of a unique, a special guy ,he lives in a remote caravan ,in wild country ,he's also a very,very capable angler ,it's his life for sure,and travelling around the world .
Now as I said ,he's moorland through and through , nothing much fazes him,stories ,fables...etc..ie he's tough.....OK..
Fast forward ,I'm lucky ,...I get to fish special places,places that should not exist ,in any time zone ,or in todays mad,unforgiving,dog eat dog world,..carp fishing included
Simply put i pulled two strings and managed to take Will as a one off guest to a history lake or Wheal...this Wheal has a dark history ,very dark indeed,and when I mention dark,at 3pm summertime this place gets proper dimpsy and at certain times a terrible foreboding can apparition itself ..
After giving Will directions we arrange to meet he's late ,as he got lost,and eventually we meet up and introduced him to the lake,and the owner and his wife..
We chatted to the owners ,for a bit ,but something the wife said stopped us in our tracks ,it went along the lines 'we have had an intruder'..me,being me retorted ,if we see anyone ,I can ring you and let you know..
The straight answer from the lady was,'not that kind of intruder'..and they both ambled off with stout cattle sticks ,prodding and sifting through the fallen leaves,on the angles path,we left them to it..they seemed to have lost something?
We both quickly set up ...but before it was proper dark Wills come up for a cuppa,now this a ritual as we are part of TAS ,..roughly translated as Trangia appreciation society ,Kernow chapter..!
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The next part...
We prepared to part for the night as I mentioned, it gets dark quickly here,as Will prepared to leave ,he's pointed to the back of my Heritage Armo,and on the deck in the mud were two of the biggest paw prints I have ever seen, they were huge prints..,there were others ,but we had corrupted them by our movements..
I did though,photograph them..
It's now dark,oh...so,so dark..the sound of nature ,of night reverberating around the ancient pool..,during the long autumnal night ,I heard some odd coughing in the woods behind my flimsy shelter..and the owls hooting as they hunted for food ,but for sure ,laying there,I felt as if it was me being watched and hunted ,I zipped my door down and I never ever zip my door I was really uneasy..I don't know why but I was..
The night passed,dawn came ,but no chorus, came either,Wills come up wanting a chat ,saying at four am he'd seen deer spooked in those woods fleeing ,as he described it,plus there was a barrage of alarm hoots from owls at first light..
He looked a bit worried..
I'm looking at Will ,whose watching the pools mirror like surface, his whole demeanour changed ill never ,forget his facial expression ,as he said Ad,on the far margin is the biggest fcking cat I have ever seen,...
The next part...
We prepared to part for the night as I mentioned, it gets dark quickly here,as Will prepared to leave ,he's pointed to the back of my Heritage Armo,and on the deck in the mud were two of the biggest paw prints I have ever seen, they were huge prints..,there were others ,but we had corrupted them by our movements..
I did though,photograph them..
It's now dark,oh...so,so dark..the sound of nature ,of night reverberating around the ancient pool..,during the long autumnal night ,I heard some odd coughing in the woods behind my flimsy shelter..and the owls hooting as they hunted for food ,but for sure ,laying there,I felt as if it was me being watched and hunted ,I zipped my door down and I never ever zip my door I was really uneasy..I don't know why but I was..
The night passed,dawn came ,but no chorus, came either,Wills come up wanting a chat ,saying at four am he'd seen deer spooked in those woods fleeing ,as he described it,plus there was a barrage of alarm hoots from owls at first light..
He looked a bit worried..
I'm looking at Will ,whose watching the pools mirror like surface, his whole demeanour changed ill never ,forget his facial expression ,as he said Ad,on the far margin is the biggest fcking cat I have ever seen,...
In reply to Post #1543
The last part..
I did not see what Will had seen,except that what ever it was was drinking from the lake ,and had now gone..
Now what I have not told you ...is Wills swim is THE most haunted swim,we are talking suicides,and other stuff ,rituals, that time has long forgotten, all in the genre of ararat .and when I went to check up on Will he's gone and built a literally corralled circle of sticks and wood debris around his swim ...I kid you not ...,he was spooked....and now I was..!
That night ...I did not sleep ,I turned to god praying ,I'd not have to leave my bivvy ,I had to hold back on my nightly wee...I would not get out of that bivvy,Will...he didn't sleep a wink...
We packed up ,looked for the farmer to say our goodbyes, but where our cars were parked was farmer,a vet ....and they were treating a cow with huge scratches on it,clear as day it was in the entrance of the barn...
Sleep well in the countryside, won't you...!
The last part..
I did not see what Will had seen,except that what ever it was was drinking from the lake ,and had now gone..
Now what I have not told you ...is Wills swim is THE most haunted swim,we are talking suicides,and other stuff ,rituals, that time has long forgotten, all in the genre of ararat .and when I went to check up on Will he's gone and built a literally corralled circle of sticks and wood debris around his swim ...I kid you not ...,he was spooked....and now I was..!
That night ...I did not sleep ,I turned to god praying ,I'd not have to leave my bivvy ,I had to hold back on my nightly wee...I would not get out of that bivvy,Will...he didn't sleep a wink...
We packed up ,looked for the farmer to say our goodbyes, but where our cars were parked was farmer,a vet ....and they were treating a cow with huge scratches on it,clear as day it was in the entrance of the barn...
Sleep well in the countryside, won't you...!
I meant to bump up this classic thread on Halloween but completely forgot,
Anyway, anyone got any new ones? 👻
Anyway, anyone got any new ones? 👻
So my first and only story of something unexplained is as below.
I finished school and started working in my local fishing tackle shop one evening during lock up I did my usual routine locked upstairs come down and the back door had 3 locks to it top bottom and the middle that was a mixture of chain and and a steel pole. Any way as I continue to lock up the back door we get one of our regulars in and as he pays we say our good byes we all hear this ringing sound and as we all look for this noise that is coming from the back of the shop it gets louder and faster any way we go through the fire door that leads to the back door and the top lock that I didn't put on the door is swinging full pelt hitting a metal plate making the ringing sound to this day there is no explanation for this as there is no breeze drafts and the pad locks are heavy and would need a storm to move them in the motion it was swinging.
I finished school and started working in my local fishing tackle shop one evening during lock up I did my usual routine locked upstairs come down and the back door had 3 locks to it top bottom and the middle that was a mixture of chain and and a steel pole. Any way as I continue to lock up the back door we get one of our regulars in and as he pays we say our good byes we all hear this ringing sound and as we all look for this noise that is coming from the back of the shop it gets louder and faster any way we go through the fire door that leads to the back door and the top lock that I didn't put on the door is swinging full pelt hitting a metal plate making the ringing sound to this day there is no explanation for this as there is no breeze drafts and the pad locks are heavy and would need a storm to move them in the motion it was swinging.
Carp and the carp angler by George Sharman details a story on page 139 about his experience at Woldale that transpired to have background in past events culminating in loss of life at the pool. I can't find it on Kindle and it's too lengthy to write word for word here but a heads up if anyone does have a copy or can create a scan.
Sorry, that's not really much help to the thread.
Sorry, that's not really much help to the thread.