In reply to Post #57
Mr Bump - reckon I know what park lake you are on about - the platform through the woodland sounds familiar. Soooooooo many dodgy tales about that place, human sacrefices, voodooo **** etc.
absolutely no way it's the same place.
how can I be so sure?
because absolutely no way would I fish there in the first place if so!
Mr Bump - reckon I know what park lake you are on about - the platform through the woodland sounds familiar. Soooooooo many dodgy tales about that place, human sacrefices, voodooo **** etc.
absolutely no way it's the same place.
how can I be so sure?
because absolutely no way would I fish there in the first place if so!
In reply to Post #57
the platform through the woodland sounds familiar. Soooooooo many dodgy tales about that place, human sacrefices, voodooo **** etc.
Rich, if you think it's the lake I think you think it is
, Mr Bumps reference to the park police coming round at 6am suggests otherwise. Although I agree it sounds familiar.
They come round at the crack of 10am on that lake!! Easy guesting
the platform through the woodland sounds familiar. Soooooooo many dodgy tales about that place, human sacrefices, voodooo **** etc.
Rich, if you think it's the lake I think you think it is
, Mr Bumps reference to the park police coming round at 6am suggests otherwise. Although I agree it sounds familiar.They come round at the crack of 10am on that lake!! Easy guesting
Ok here goes...
A friend of the family owned a very large georgian mansion which had been in their family for years. The owner didn't have very much money and found it hard to maintain the place but refused to sell up considering how long it had been in his family for. It was creepy to look at, originally white but very over grown with ivy, he only occupied the first floor.
The grounds were huge with a very large lake filled with some very big carp and tench. He allowed me to fish it pretty much when I wanted in the day but was always uncomfortable when I asked if I could do a night session. After much pestering he finally agreed but for some reason said under no circumstance should I set up on the the south side of the lake. At the time I didn't really think much of it as I was rather excited about the prospect of finally being able to finally get a ngith session.
It was mid april, I had taken the week off work and the weather had been fantastic.. I arrived at the house around 12pm and knocked on the door. My friend answered the door and let me in. I had a cup of tea and started to talk about how I was going to fish the lake that night. He seemed distant and again said about under no cricumstance should I set up on the south side of the lake. I asked why and he paused before mumbling about how he was having some of the trees cut back but didn't know when and how I would be in the way. Again I just went along with it although.
I set up on the north side and settled in for the night. I had a run at 11 and landed a nice 14lb mirror. I put the fish back and baited up, it was dark, totally overcast and cold. As I cast out and my line hit the clip I heard a loud high pitched noise from the oposite side of the lake. It stopped and my ears kind of popped and I could hear ringing. I have a 2million candle power torch which I grabbed and shone across the lake. The lake was steaming, I scanned the beam along the bank but didn't see anything.. I switched off the torch, the beam faded, and I climbed inside my bivvy.
I was drifting in and out of sleep to the sound of the trees gently blowing in the wind. My alarm bleeped once and I sat bolt upright in bed. I watched my alarm LED light go out, the cloud had lifted and the moon lit up the lake. I remember thinking how awesome it looked and lay back in bed thinking there wasn't anywhere I would rather be at that point in time. "CRACK". What the hell was that? I sat up, silence "CRACK". I got out of my bivvy and looked across the lake, couldn't see anything. I stood there listening, nothing. I then heard a very feint voice. The voice was distressed, crying mixed in with what sounded like "no no can't no, not so". I grabbed my torch and shone it across the lake, my eyes widened and mouth opened as I saw a figure stumbling near to the bank. I quickly shut off the torch and then started to **** myself like I have never **** myself before. What seemed like an age passed as I decided what to do. I turned the torch back on and pointed it back across the lake, my breath was being pieced by the light shaft, I couldn't see anything,
I stood there for ages, before I plucked up the courage to shout out "Hey", "are you ok?". Nothing. "HELLOOOOOO". Nothing. I turned off the torch and was shaking. I went back to my bivvy and got into bed before pulling the covers right up over my head. The invincible force of my sleeping bag would protect me. I was curled up in a ball thinking what the hell should I do? Should I go to the house? Should I go and look on the other side of the bank? The house was little under a kilometre away, I couldn't see the house from where I was located. I got out of my bivvy and decided to go to the house. I reeled in and then started to walk around the lake to the east side. My walk started to quicken before I was doing one of those mad panic runs. I got to the landscaped meddow/lawn which allowed me to see the house. I was still running and noticed some of the lights were on in the upper part of the house. I made it to the door and hammered on it. My friend answered after a while and without saying anything he said "you better come in".
I was bent over double, so out of breath. I managed to form a sentence between breaths and told him what I had seen. He didn't seem phased he said lets talk about this in the morning. The next day I awoke to the smell of bacon and egg. I dragged myself off the floor and went into the kitchen. I ate some food in silence. He then put a book in front of me. It was a scrap book with a load of paper cuttings, pictures etc about the house collected over the years. He told me to look at page 28. The first thing I saw was "INFANT FOUND" in a big typeface, I read on and learned how in 1856 a infant of 3 had disapeared, and was later found in the lake by the mother.
Brilliant
A friend of the family owned a very large georgian mansion which had been in their family for years. The owner didn't have very much money and found it hard to maintain the place but refused to sell up considering how long it had been in his family for. It was creepy to look at, originally white but very over grown with ivy, he only occupied the first floor.
The grounds were huge with a very large lake filled with some very big carp and tench. He allowed me to fish it pretty much when I wanted in the day but was always uncomfortable when I asked if I could do a night session. After much pestering he finally agreed but for some reason said under no circumstance should I set up on the the south side of the lake. At the time I didn't really think much of it as I was rather excited about the prospect of finally being able to finally get a ngith session.
It was mid april, I had taken the week off work and the weather had been fantastic.. I arrived at the house around 12pm and knocked on the door. My friend answered the door and let me in. I had a cup of tea and started to talk about how I was going to fish the lake that night. He seemed distant and again said about under no cricumstance should I set up on the south side of the lake. I asked why and he paused before mumbling about how he was having some of the trees cut back but didn't know when and how I would be in the way. Again I just went along with it although.
I set up on the north side and settled in for the night. I had a run at 11 and landed a nice 14lb mirror. I put the fish back and baited up, it was dark, totally overcast and cold. As I cast out and my line hit the clip I heard a loud high pitched noise from the oposite side of the lake. It stopped and my ears kind of popped and I could hear ringing. I have a 2million candle power torch which I grabbed and shone across the lake. The lake was steaming, I scanned the beam along the bank but didn't see anything.. I switched off the torch, the beam faded, and I climbed inside my bivvy.
I was drifting in and out of sleep to the sound of the trees gently blowing in the wind. My alarm bleeped once and I sat bolt upright in bed. I watched my alarm LED light go out, the cloud had lifted and the moon lit up the lake. I remember thinking how awesome it looked and lay back in bed thinking there wasn't anywhere I would rather be at that point in time. "CRACK". What the hell was that? I sat up, silence "CRACK". I got out of my bivvy and looked across the lake, couldn't see anything. I stood there listening, nothing. I then heard a very feint voice. The voice was distressed, crying mixed in with what sounded like "no no can't no, not so". I grabbed my torch and shone it across the lake, my eyes widened and mouth opened as I saw a figure stumbling near to the bank. I quickly shut off the torch and then started to **** myself like I have never **** myself before. What seemed like an age passed as I decided what to do. I turned the torch back on and pointed it back across the lake, my breath was being pieced by the light shaft, I couldn't see anything,
I stood there for ages, before I plucked up the courage to shout out "Hey", "are you ok?". Nothing. "HELLOOOOOO". Nothing. I turned off the torch and was shaking. I went back to my bivvy and got into bed before pulling the covers right up over my head. The invincible force of my sleeping bag would protect me. I was curled up in a ball thinking what the hell should I do? Should I go to the house? Should I go and look on the other side of the bank? The house was little under a kilometre away, I couldn't see the house from where I was located. I got out of my bivvy and decided to go to the house. I reeled in and then started to walk around the lake to the east side. My walk started to quicken before I was doing one of those mad panic runs. I got to the landscaped meddow/lawn which allowed me to see the house. I was still running and noticed some of the lights were on in the upper part of the house. I made it to the door and hammered on it. My friend answered after a while and without saying anything he said "you better come in".
I was bent over double, so out of breath. I managed to form a sentence between breaths and told him what I had seen. He didn't seem phased he said lets talk about this in the morning. The next day I awoke to the smell of bacon and egg. I dragged myself off the floor and went into the kitchen. I ate some food in silence. He then put a book in front of me. It was a scrap book with a load of paper cuttings, pictures etc about the house collected over the years. He told me to look at page 28. The first thing I saw was "INFANT FOUND" in a big typeface, I read on and learned how in 1856 a infant of 3 had disapeared, and was later found in the lake by the mother.
Brilliant
Not spooky scary, just damned scary!
A few years back I was fishing a big, deserted pit in the middle of nowhere which happens to be near Heathrow and under the flight path. This was around the time when those terrorist attacks were happening.
I was alone and crashed out in the bivvy having had a good few stellas and 'smokes'. Around 2am, I slowly came round from my slumber to the sound of someone speaking to me, it all became clearer and I could hear 'wake up, wake up, dont be scared'. My eyes slowly focused on a darkly dressed figure standing in my doorway until I could make out a bloody great Hechler and Koch MP5 gun pointing at me. 'Don't be scared, it's the police' says this figure. 'What are you doing out here?' he says!!
I stumble out of my bivvy and point at the rods saying something along the lines of 'what the bloody hell does it look like'. 'I'm PC such and such and this is PC someone else' he says, pointing behind the bivvy to his equally fully armed colleague aiming at me from behind!!
After I had calmed down he explained they were on a nose about around the local lakes as they are potential sites for shooting down aircraft apparently. I tried asking 'do I look like a terrorist' to be informed they take many disguises although I don't think they go to the lengths of disguising themselves as drunk carp anglers trying to have a sleep!!
After a search of my bivvy and car and insisting on seeing ID, off they went leaving me thinking 'did that really just happen?!!
A few years back I was fishing a big, deserted pit in the middle of nowhere which happens to be near Heathrow and under the flight path. This was around the time when those terrorist attacks were happening.
I was alone and crashed out in the bivvy having had a good few stellas and 'smokes'. Around 2am, I slowly came round from my slumber to the sound of someone speaking to me, it all became clearer and I could hear 'wake up, wake up, dont be scared'. My eyes slowly focused on a darkly dressed figure standing in my doorway until I could make out a bloody great Hechler and Koch MP5 gun pointing at me. 'Don't be scared, it's the police' says this figure. 'What are you doing out here?' he says!!
I stumble out of my bivvy and point at the rods saying something along the lines of 'what the bloody hell does it look like'. 'I'm PC such and such and this is PC someone else' he says, pointing behind the bivvy to his equally fully armed colleague aiming at me from behind!!
After I had calmed down he explained they were on a nose about around the local lakes as they are potential sites for shooting down aircraft apparently. I tried asking 'do I look like a terrorist' to be informed they take many disguises although I don't think they go to the lengths of disguising themselves as drunk carp anglers trying to have a sleep!!
After a search of my bivvy and car and insisting on seeing ID, off they went leaving me thinking 'did that really just happen?!!
In reply to Post #65
"in 1856 a infant of 3 had disapeared, and was later found in the lake by the mother"
I take it you haven't been back?
"in 1856 a infant of 3 had disapeared, and was later found in the lake by the mother"
I take it you haven't been back?
In reply to Post #66
do i look like a terrorist Now let me see. . . . Combat boots, camo trousers, camo jacket, camo hat, well concealed green tent, no of course you look nothing like a terrorist!
do i look like a terrorist Now let me see. . . . Combat boots, camo trousers, camo jacket, camo hat, well concealed green tent, no of course you look nothing like a terrorist!
In reply to Post #68
Lucky they didn't find my Bin Laden mask and ground to air missile launcher eh?
Lucky they didn't find my Bin Laden mask and ground to air missile launcher eh?
In reply to Post #69
I will just say two words, Booton Pit
.
Read "The Ghosts of the Norfolk Broards".
I used to fish it a lot years ago, always got spooked there.
I will just say two words, Booton Pit
.Read "The Ghosts of the Norfolk Broards".
I used to fish it a lot years ago, always got spooked there.
wow, your story has left me mentally scared for life,
no way am i fishing that tranquil esate lake in the middle of no where in a forest on my own!
no way am i fishing that tranquil esate lake in the middle of no where in a forest on my own!
After reading this lot anyone night fishing alone now will always be relying on the sleeping bag as protection
In reply to Post #65
I went back to my bivvy and got into bed before pulling the covers right up over my head. The invincible force of my sleeping bag would protect me.
Found that bit hillarious mate, had a scary situation myself and was thinking exactly the same thing at the time
I went back to my bivvy and got into bed before pulling the covers right up over my head. The invincible force of my sleeping bag would protect me.
Found that bit hillarious mate, had a scary situation myself and was thinking exactly the same thing at the time
In reply to Post #12
Yep, fished Redmire once, never again, something not right with one swim anyway.
Yep, fished Redmire once, never again, something not right with one swim anyway.
In reply to Post #75
which swim?
somewhere in between cranstons and pitchfords by any chance!?
which swim?
somewhere in between cranstons and pitchfords by any chance!?
In reply to Post #1
Many many moons ago I used to fish a Prince Albert water in Cheshire called Thornycroft. It's in fact two lake's, Top and bottom.
The Top lake is 2, maybe three acres with an island in the middle. On the Island during the winter when the leaves have fallen, you can just make out the remains of an old building hidden in the wooded island. Some used to say this was an old Monastery, Cant confirm this, but still, it is spooky as hell.
This top lake has a reputation of being haunted. A few Carpers who regularly fished the top lake would tell stories of strange glowing lights, like candles, coming from the ruins. As there was no way of getting on or off the island un-noticed, this was a bit worrying. One old boy I spoke to swore blind that he was woken in the night by a bleep from his bite alarms, only to find the figure of a monk standing by his rods, who then faded away to nothing. Obviously s@#@ scared he dived back under his kipping bag (why do we think this offers us protection from the psycho's and the paranormal????) He then got a run within minutes and bagged his PB off the lake? (Casper the friendly fishermans monk ghost?)
The bottom lake is separated from them top lake by a wood. There are stables in these woods where some local girls kept their horses. Scrawled on the wall of the stables was some graffiti saying ‘Beware the ghosts'. Not the best thing to read when on your way to do a week of nights.
The bottom lake is about 500yrds long and 100yrds wide. The south side of the lake is lined with long reed beds with pegs every 15 yards. The top of the lake is silty and shallow, while the bottom of the lake is deeper with dense tree lined snags.
One night a friend and I were we were fishing the snags when we heard the most blood curdling screams coming from the snag area. We didn't sleep a wink that night. Next morning, after much deliberation, we both decided to have a look in the snags. As we were new to the lake at this time, we had never been round to this side. We made our way round, fighting hawthorn bushes ect until we entered what can only be described as a dense bamboo thicket. In the middle of the thicket was a clearing. In this clearing were two graves with headstones. There was also an old pram with something wrapped up in a blanket. Neither of us ever wanted to look inside it. There were also dolls hanging out of the trees on pieces of string.
In hindsight, it was probably a kids den, but at the time, our minds worked overtime and we s@#@ ourselves properly!!
The opposite bank was a long lawn that ran up to a big Mansion like building on top of the hill.
We had had no idea who owned the mansion or who lived there. One morning I woke up before dawn, opened my bivvy door and looked out. all I could see was a white mist. Still sleepy and a bit perplexed, I got out and stood up. As I stood up straight my head emerged out of the mist which was five foot deep. Above that it was clear. The full moon was still up which gave the mist an eerie glow It was like a sea of mist. Only my head and the tips of the reeds were protruding above it. It was beautiful but very creepy, however the worst was to come. I wondered over to my m8 in the next swim and we had a smoke and admired this heavy morning mist. Suddenly we hear this weird chanting like sound coming from the mansion. Next thing, this procession of men dressed in long brown monks habits came out of the mansion and started walking in a line down towards the lake chanting and holding a prayer book out in front of then. They stood by the water chanting while my mate and I hid in the bivvy until they went.
All very scary when your 14
Many years later we found out that the mansion was a catholic retreat run by monks.
Many many moons ago I used to fish a Prince Albert water in Cheshire called Thornycroft. It's in fact two lake's, Top and bottom.
The Top lake is 2, maybe three acres with an island in the middle. On the Island during the winter when the leaves have fallen, you can just make out the remains of an old building hidden in the wooded island. Some used to say this was an old Monastery, Cant confirm this, but still, it is spooky as hell.
This top lake has a reputation of being haunted. A few Carpers who regularly fished the top lake would tell stories of strange glowing lights, like candles, coming from the ruins. As there was no way of getting on or off the island un-noticed, this was a bit worrying. One old boy I spoke to swore blind that he was woken in the night by a bleep from his bite alarms, only to find the figure of a monk standing by his rods, who then faded away to nothing. Obviously s@#@ scared he dived back under his kipping bag (why do we think this offers us protection from the psycho's and the paranormal????) He then got a run within minutes and bagged his PB off the lake? (Casper the friendly fishermans monk ghost?)
The bottom lake is separated from them top lake by a wood. There are stables in these woods where some local girls kept their horses. Scrawled on the wall of the stables was some graffiti saying ‘Beware the ghosts'. Not the best thing to read when on your way to do a week of nights.
The bottom lake is about 500yrds long and 100yrds wide. The south side of the lake is lined with long reed beds with pegs every 15 yards. The top of the lake is silty and shallow, while the bottom of the lake is deeper with dense tree lined snags.
One night a friend and I were we were fishing the snags when we heard the most blood curdling screams coming from the snag area. We didn't sleep a wink that night. Next morning, after much deliberation, we both decided to have a look in the snags. As we were new to the lake at this time, we had never been round to this side. We made our way round, fighting hawthorn bushes ect until we entered what can only be described as a dense bamboo thicket. In the middle of the thicket was a clearing. In this clearing were two graves with headstones. There was also an old pram with something wrapped up in a blanket. Neither of us ever wanted to look inside it. There were also dolls hanging out of the trees on pieces of string.
In hindsight, it was probably a kids den, but at the time, our minds worked overtime and we s@#@ ourselves properly!!
The opposite bank was a long lawn that ran up to a big Mansion like building on top of the hill.
We had had no idea who owned the mansion or who lived there. One morning I woke up before dawn, opened my bivvy door and looked out. all I could see was a white mist. Still sleepy and a bit perplexed, I got out and stood up. As I stood up straight my head emerged out of the mist which was five foot deep. Above that it was clear. The full moon was still up which gave the mist an eerie glow It was like a sea of mist. Only my head and the tips of the reeds were protruding above it. It was beautiful but very creepy, however the worst was to come. I wondered over to my m8 in the next swim and we had a smoke and admired this heavy morning mist. Suddenly we hear this weird chanting like sound coming from the mansion. Next thing, this procession of men dressed in long brown monks habits came out of the mansion and started walking in a line down towards the lake chanting and holding a prayer book out in front of then. They stood by the water chanting while my mate and I hid in the bivvy until they went.
All very scary when your 14
Many years later we found out that the mansion was a catholic retreat run by monks.
In reply to Post #1
And there's more..... Many moons ago, I fished a reservoir called Pilsworth in Bury.
This lake has a fearsome reputation for dodgy locals with baseball bats giving grief to fishermen and stealing tackle.
We were told some of this by a carper the day we arrived. He left us with a warning to be careful at night. “Watch out for the spot lights” Yeah right! The lake was in the middle of nowhere!!
Anyways, about 1am we are still awake, freezing cold because it's late December, when we heard the sound of a car coming down the track towards the lake. We were bivved up half way down, about 150yrds from the car park. Thinking it must be sh@###rs, we weren't that worried, however we were reflecting on what the carper had told us.
A pair of headlights appeared in the car park and pulled up to bank, shining out across the lake.
So far we were not that concerned but still chose to keep a low profile.
Then a great big 1000+candle power light bangs on from the top of the vehicle. It steadily sweeps the bank of the lake like its searching. Luckily our bivvys were behind a hedge so it couldn't see us. We were digging out any kind of weapon we could find, from black widow catapults to long bank sticks.
They stayed in the carpark for about 30-40 minutes while we lay in ambush mode, sh@##ing bricks, waiting for these hard core thugs to have a pop at us.
Finally they left and we didn't sleep all night!
Next morning we found a puppy in a sack in the lake whimpering. Guess they had come to drown him and see if they could nick some tackle and beat some 15 year olds up at the same time.
Just an average Saturday night out for the boys in Bury I guess.
And there's more..... Many moons ago, I fished a reservoir called Pilsworth in Bury.
This lake has a fearsome reputation for dodgy locals with baseball bats giving grief to fishermen and stealing tackle.
We were told some of this by a carper the day we arrived. He left us with a warning to be careful at night. “Watch out for the spot lights” Yeah right! The lake was in the middle of nowhere!!
Anyways, about 1am we are still awake, freezing cold because it's late December, when we heard the sound of a car coming down the track towards the lake. We were bivved up half way down, about 150yrds from the car park. Thinking it must be sh@###rs, we weren't that worried, however we were reflecting on what the carper had told us.
A pair of headlights appeared in the car park and pulled up to bank, shining out across the lake.
So far we were not that concerned but still chose to keep a low profile.
Then a great big 1000+candle power light bangs on from the top of the vehicle. It steadily sweeps the bank of the lake like its searching. Luckily our bivvys were behind a hedge so it couldn't see us. We were digging out any kind of weapon we could find, from black widow catapults to long bank sticks.
They stayed in the carpark for about 30-40 minutes while we lay in ambush mode, sh@##ing bricks, waiting for these hard core thugs to have a pop at us.
Finally they left and we didn't sleep all night!
Next morning we found a puppy in a sack in the lake whimpering. Guess they had come to drown him and see if they could nick some tackle and beat some 15 year olds up at the same time.
Just an average Saturday night out for the boys in Bury I guess.