In reply to Post #77
Sounds like a dream session
Sounds like a dream session
In reply to Post #65
good 1
its always nice to fish alone and where no one has the chance to fish but when the hairs stand up on the back of the neck its hard to get rid if that train of thought,this is scary 
good 1
its always nice to fish alone and where no one has the chance to fish but when the hairs stand up on the back of the neck its hard to get rid if that train of thought,this is scary
In reply to Post #80
I hate threads like this, yet its compulsive reading. Not only do you have your own experiences on your own water to think about but then you also have others at the back of your mind for when your mind starts wandering at two in the morning.
My local water has enough strange goings on and does not help when there has been a couple of suicides there as well to get your mind going into overdrive into the twilight zone.
One of my worst ever experiences was hearing something large moving closer towards me untill it was on top of me, then my brolly started shaking like a good un. Eventually I cracked and ran out to see a bloody cow licking the top of my brolly.
Then there was the time, one foggy night when I heard steps coming down the bank towards me and stopped behind my bivvy and all I could hear was something breathing heavilly. Once again I cracked expecting sombody stood there planning on nicking my tackle or worse but when I got out there was nothing there and no way was I going down the bank into the thick fog to see if I could catch up with anyone, never slept at all that night.
Sadly your mind takes over and half the time you just scare yourself to death but yes at times somethings are just unexplainable.
I hate threads like this, yet its compulsive reading. Not only do you have your own experiences on your own water to think about but then you also have others at the back of your mind for when your mind starts wandering at two in the morning.
My local water has enough strange goings on and does not help when there has been a couple of suicides there as well to get your mind going into overdrive into the twilight zone.
One of my worst ever experiences was hearing something large moving closer towards me untill it was on top of me, then my brolly started shaking like a good un. Eventually I cracked and ran out to see a bloody cow licking the top of my brolly.
Then there was the time, one foggy night when I heard steps coming down the bank towards me and stopped behind my bivvy and all I could hear was something breathing heavilly. Once again I cracked expecting sombody stood there planning on nicking my tackle or worse but when I got out there was nothing there and no way was I going down the bank into the thick fog to see if I could catch up with anyone, never slept at all that night.
Sadly your mind takes over and half the time you just scare yourself to death but yes at times somethings are just unexplainable.
In reply to Post #76
I think it was pitchfords from memory Dave. I was with Len Arbery on an AT gig and wrote about the whole night in the paper. I was supposed to stay for two nights, but wild horses etc. I am convinced what ever bugged me in the night, so frightening that I spent the rest of it in my car with the doors locked and my eyes shut tight, was not of this earth. Funny thing was Len was fishing over the other side of the lake and was ill that night as I recall. Two interesting things that never saw light of day in AT was the picture I took innocently of my car and clearly ingrained in the reflection of the metal was the most hideous face I' ve ever seen. We blew the slide up and it was decided not to publish it. The other odd thing was that all the way home in the car, I felt something was in the back. When I got in, without saying anything to her indoors, the cooker caught fire for no apparent reason. Could be coincidence I s'pose. Have often wondered about going back, but would never spend a night there. Even in the day, there is a strange aura about the place.
I think it was pitchfords from memory Dave. I was with Len Arbery on an AT gig and wrote about the whole night in the paper. I was supposed to stay for two nights, but wild horses etc. I am convinced what ever bugged me in the night, so frightening that I spent the rest of it in my car with the doors locked and my eyes shut tight, was not of this earth. Funny thing was Len was fishing over the other side of the lake and was ill that night as I recall. Two interesting things that never saw light of day in AT was the picture I took innocently of my car and clearly ingrained in the reflection of the metal was the most hideous face I' ve ever seen. We blew the slide up and it was decided not to publish it. The other odd thing was that all the way home in the car, I felt something was in the back. When I got in, without saying anything to her indoors, the cooker caught fire for no apparent reason. Could be coincidence I s'pose. Have often wondered about going back, but would never spend a night there. Even in the day, there is a strange aura about the place.
So how many people have done an overnighter since reading this thread? And how many will admit to staying awake as long as possible, just in case?
In reply to Post #82
Not from me but a story of a mate of mine. One night he was lying on his bedchair and heard muffled screams that got louder a bit over the track. He didn't think much of it but went to sleep with a sotrm pole in his hands.
He went home the enxt day and in hte local paper during the week was a story of a taxi driver who had abducted a woman, raped her in his car then driven her down the track by his lake and done it agian. Shook him up a tad that one!
Not from me but a story of a mate of mine. One night he was lying on his bedchair and heard muffled screams that got louder a bit over the track. He didn't think much of it but went to sleep with a sotrm pole in his hands.
He went home the enxt day and in hte local paper during the week was a story of a taxi driver who had abducted a woman, raped her in his car then driven her down the track by his lake and done it agian. Shook him up a tad that one!
In reply to Post #83
always wanted to fish redmire but think I might give it a swerve!
when I was young fishing on my own I used to take a big knife with me, I say knife it was more of a crocadille dundee style machete, 'thats not a knife, this a knife..'
20 years later I sleep with a stainless stick down the side of the bedchair. ghost stories might be scary but no one ever comes to physical harm, it's just a bit of gentle mental scarring.
having said that I do of course realise I will now be the first person to be mauled by a ghost this evening
always wanted to fish redmire but think I might give it a swerve!
when I was young fishing on my own I used to take a big knife with me, I say knife it was more of a crocadille dundee style machete, 'thats not a knife, this a knife..'
20 years later I sleep with a stainless stick down the side of the bedchair. ghost stories might be scary but no one ever comes to physical harm, it's just a bit of gentle mental scarring.
having said that I do of course realise I will now be the first person to be mauled by a ghost this evening
In reply to Post #84
not blaming him at all, but what a shame he didn`t go to investigate,
what a difference he could`ve made to that girls life.....
more often than not, there is a logical explanation to all the things we see or think we see & hear,
although our imagination may not let our brain accept them at the time!!
one of the few natural phenomenoms that have ever spooked me was actually seeing a will`o`the wisp on the marshes whilst fishing down by shorne fort.....
not blaming him at all, but what a shame he didn`t go to investigate,
what a difference he could`ve made to that girls life.....
more often than not, there is a logical explanation to all the things we see or think we see & hear,
although our imagination may not let our brain accept them at the time!!
one of the few natural phenomenoms that have ever spooked me was actually seeing a will`o`the wisp on the marshes whilst fishing down by shorne fort.....
In reply to Post #82
That pic would make interesting viewing indeed!
It sure has got a strange feel about the place, its absolutely awesome, stunning and innocent in the daylight hours, i could spend every day of the year fishing it alone, but when the dark sets in you just sense its all a bit quiet. darker than black and its as if something strange is just around the corner. I suppose the stories of the ghosts and weird goings on make most noises seem far more threatening than they are but never the less if ever i could imagine a place full of bizzare paranormal incidents it would be redmire.
I was there 7 nights in the summer and apart from the usual noises that make you **** yourself and the worried walks from swim to car at night, there was only one weird incident.
For anyone who hasnt been there, you park the cars under the oaks right next to the evening pitch (the supposed haunted swim)
On the last but 1 night, i was almost opposite the cars in the willow pitch, another lad was next door in the in willow swim, then the other 2 were on the opposite bank in pitchfords and stumps (i fished stumps for 3 days and hated having the stile behind me into the field, dont know why but it made me **** myself any noise on the fence!)
at about midnight the one lads orange revolving light on top of his transit starts going, flashing away and lighting the whole top half of the pool up, 'what the hells that?' i wondered.
anyway, thought nothing of it, must just be a weird technical thing, however it turned out that the light can only be activated by a button in the van (which had been pressed) however bizzarely the 4 of us were asleep in our bivvys, the doors were locked and the keys in the lads pocket!
bit strange i suppose!
That pic would make interesting viewing indeed!
It sure has got a strange feel about the place, its absolutely awesome, stunning and innocent in the daylight hours, i could spend every day of the year fishing it alone, but when the dark sets in you just sense its all a bit quiet. darker than black and its as if something strange is just around the corner. I suppose the stories of the ghosts and weird goings on make most noises seem far more threatening than they are but never the less if ever i could imagine a place full of bizzare paranormal incidents it would be redmire.
I was there 7 nights in the summer and apart from the usual noises that make you **** yourself and the worried walks from swim to car at night, there was only one weird incident.
For anyone who hasnt been there, you park the cars under the oaks right next to the evening pitch (the supposed haunted swim)
On the last but 1 night, i was almost opposite the cars in the willow pitch, another lad was next door in the in willow swim, then the other 2 were on the opposite bank in pitchfords and stumps (i fished stumps for 3 days and hated having the stile behind me into the field, dont know why but it made me **** myself any noise on the fence!)
at about midnight the one lads orange revolving light on top of his transit starts going, flashing away and lighting the whole top half of the pool up, 'what the hells that?' i wondered.
anyway, thought nothing of it, must just be a weird technical thing, however it turned out that the light can only be activated by a button in the van (which had been pressed) however bizzarely the 4 of us were asleep in our bivvys, the doors were locked and the keys in the lads pocket!
bit strange i suppose!
Im never too bothered about noises and the like during the night. I have the same mind set as Brian where most things have a logical explanation. On an overnight fishing trip when i was younger i was woken by a sniffing noise just outside my bivvy. This noise was followed by scratching. At the time i nearly filled my pants and grabbed my fishing knife, but didnt dare get out. The noise soon stopped and after a while i managed to get back to sleep. In the morning i got out the bivvy to go for a piss, walking back i noticed a shallow hole in the ground just inches from my bivvy. I still had no idea what the noise was or where the hole come from until i met a passing nature watcher who told me the place was full of badgers! Probably best i didnt get out the bivvy then 
. My girlfriend is constantly seeing strange things in the room at night, people standing at the end of the bed ect. so the ghost storys never bother me now. It appears i share a room with the ghosts most nights and they havent bitten me yet lol 
. My girlfriend is constantly seeing strange things in the room at night, people standing at the end of the bed ect. so the ghost storys never bother me now. It appears i share a room with the ghosts most nights and they havent bitten me yet lol
one from about 7 years ago.........
i was fishing with my old mate elmo over harwood hall lake in upminster essex and we decided to turn in for the night so i walked the two swims back to my brolly leaving him in his tent. well as i was dozing off i heard a blood curdling scream of a young female possibly a girl followed a very short while later my phone rang and els was ****ting himself (i wasnt honest
) asking me if i heard it and as soon as i confirmed what i heard the scream happened again only it seemed worse than the last one . we ended up in a row because i refused to leave the brolley and go sit in his swim so i eventually dozed off. i woke up a short while later and as it was light i walked up to his swim to find him missing but his tent was still up which was confusing and as i had no credit i couldnt call to see wtf he was playing at so i went about packing his gear up when my phone rang to say he was on the main road where it was safe
it turns out that he heard the screams again whilst trying to wake me up to sit with me but i would not wake up so he just ran to the nearest streetlights
no idea where those screams came from but they were far from pleasent and i for one would not like to be in that situation ever again
i was fishing with my old mate elmo over harwood hall lake in upminster essex and we decided to turn in for the night so i walked the two swims back to my brolly leaving him in his tent. well as i was dozing off i heard a blood curdling scream of a young female possibly a girl followed a very short while later my phone rang and els was ****ting himself (i wasnt honest
) asking me if i heard it and as soon as i confirmed what i heard the scream happened again only it seemed worse than the last one . we ended up in a row because i refused to leave the brolley and go sit in his swim so i eventually dozed off. i woke up a short while later and as it was light i walked up to his swim to find him missing but his tent was still up which was confusing and as i had no credit i couldnt call to see wtf he was playing at so i went about packing his gear up when my phone rang to say he was on the main road where it was safe it turns out that he heard the screams again whilst trying to wake me up to sit with me but i would not wake up so he just ran to the nearest streetlights
no idea where those screams came from but they were far from pleasent and i for one would not like to be in that situation ever again
In reply to Post #89
I can safely say that if any of these were to happen to me I would empty the contents of my bowels into my sleeping bag. I think id have to think hard about doing nights for some time. Especially if something like the story about the infant ever happened
I can safely say that if any of these were to happen to me I would empty the contents of my bowels into my sleeping bag. I think id have to think hard about doing nights for some time. Especially if something like the story about the infant ever happened
In reply to Post #87
Mmmmmmmm...interesting story Dave.
Yes, the picture is interesting, and no, it's not my reflection!
I found the beauty of Redmire second to none but at night, like you say, it goes so quiet and black, but having said that, I didn't give that sort of thing a second thought on the night in question. I got into my bivvy, into the sleeping bag, and watched the rods for a while. Then, I woke to feel like my whole body was in ice. This was a summer night! Shivering and with an intense feeling of foreboding, I literally ran, no kidding, down the track to the car, got in, locked the doors. The hairs on my neck stood up when a shadow went past the car with no sound on gravel/floor, I put the radio on, stuff the battery going flat, and shut my eyes tight for the rest of the night. There was only Len and I on the lake, and the next morning Len said he'd been ill in the night and had never left his bivvy. It has an atmosphere all of its own that's for sure. I had done quite a bit of night fishing prior to that experience, and had learned to recognise the normal night sounds and animals, this was a different kettle of fish (scuse the pun) all together...and I had no idea of Redmire's spooky past either at the time.
Mmmmmmmm...interesting story Dave.
Yes, the picture is interesting, and no, it's not my reflection!
I found the beauty of Redmire second to none but at night, like you say, it goes so quiet and black, but having said that, I didn't give that sort of thing a second thought on the night in question. I got into my bivvy, into the sleeping bag, and watched the rods for a while. Then, I woke to feel like my whole body was in ice. This was a summer night! Shivering and with an intense feeling of foreboding, I literally ran, no kidding, down the track to the car, got in, locked the doors. The hairs on my neck stood up when a shadow went past the car with no sound on gravel/floor, I put the radio on, stuff the battery going flat, and shut my eyes tight for the rest of the night. There was only Len and I on the lake, and the next morning Len said he'd been ill in the night and had never left his bivvy. It has an atmosphere all of its own that's for sure. I had done quite a bit of night fishing prior to that experience, and had learned to recognise the normal night sounds and animals, this was a different kettle of fish (scuse the pun) all together...and I had no idea of Redmire's spooky past either at the time.
In reply to Post #91
I got permssion to fish an old French estate lake a few years ago when i worked in France, had a look round during the day, had an old estate house which had fallen into bad repair and nature had started to take hold of it again, looked like it hadnt been lived in for years, walking round it you could see it had taken quite a hammering during the war as all round the granite windows were bullet hole splats. The grounds were also in a right old state, but evidence that it once was a splendid French Chateau. It had a cracking lake and it didnt take long to convince me to fish the place when i saw dark shadows just below the surface, no swims however so i spent a bit of the afternoon clearing an area for later on that evening, funny thing was i had the feeling that i was being watched, but thought nothing of it as i was busy preparing the area, i did take a look and listen in the surrounding wood but saw and heard nothing.
Came back around dusk and set up in the swim i had prepared, got the rods out and a brew on the go, settled back to soak in the atmosphere with a nice bottle of wine and some local cheese. I must have dropped off because i awoke quite suddenly with a strange feeling which seemed to envelpoe the whole bivvy, hairs sticking up on the back of my neck and a coldness you would only get during those winter nights. outside the bivvy was pitch black and deathly silent, no wind no night noise nothing, i stepped outside and had a look around and again felt that i was being watched the same as the afternnon before, mind playing tricks i thought and crept back inside the shelter and thought i would geta brew on the go, out comes the lighter and it wouldnt light just sparks flying from the flint, thats when i saw the face, as i sparked the lighter that initial glow of instant light illuminated a grotesque face which was unmistakenly that of a german soldier as it had the helmet on and what appeared to be a long collared coat, it was peering straight into the door of the bivy, man i thought my heart was going to pop. i launched myself out of that bivvy and legged it back to the lane i had parked the car and off i went no stopping. Returned the next day when the sun was high and as i approached the bivvy i could see that it had been trashed, rods all over the place, stuff rooted about. As i packed up i told myself it must have been an animal Boar or something but as i walked away with my stuff i could feel those eyes watching me from somwhere. Never went back and i later found out the old Chateau had housed a crack german unit which had died to the last man during the invasion of france there bodies burried in the woods surrounding the lake. Never would go back there no way.
I got permssion to fish an old French estate lake a few years ago when i worked in France, had a look round during the day, had an old estate house which had fallen into bad repair and nature had started to take hold of it again, looked like it hadnt been lived in for years, walking round it you could see it had taken quite a hammering during the war as all round the granite windows were bullet hole splats. The grounds were also in a right old state, but evidence that it once was a splendid French Chateau. It had a cracking lake and it didnt take long to convince me to fish the place when i saw dark shadows just below the surface, no swims however so i spent a bit of the afternoon clearing an area for later on that evening, funny thing was i had the feeling that i was being watched, but thought nothing of it as i was busy preparing the area, i did take a look and listen in the surrounding wood but saw and heard nothing.
Came back around dusk and set up in the swim i had prepared, got the rods out and a brew on the go, settled back to soak in the atmosphere with a nice bottle of wine and some local cheese. I must have dropped off because i awoke quite suddenly with a strange feeling which seemed to envelpoe the whole bivvy, hairs sticking up on the back of my neck and a coldness you would only get during those winter nights. outside the bivvy was pitch black and deathly silent, no wind no night noise nothing, i stepped outside and had a look around and again felt that i was being watched the same as the afternnon before, mind playing tricks i thought and crept back inside the shelter and thought i would geta brew on the go, out comes the lighter and it wouldnt light just sparks flying from the flint, thats when i saw the face, as i sparked the lighter that initial glow of instant light illuminated a grotesque face which was unmistakenly that of a german soldier as it had the helmet on and what appeared to be a long collared coat, it was peering straight into the door of the bivy, man i thought my heart was going to pop. i launched myself out of that bivvy and legged it back to the lane i had parked the car and off i went no stopping. Returned the next day when the sun was high and as i approached the bivvy i could see that it had been trashed, rods all over the place, stuff rooted about. As i packed up i told myself it must have been an animal Boar or something but as i walked away with my stuff i could feel those eyes watching me from somwhere. Never went back and i later found out the old Chateau had housed a crack german unit which had died to the last man during the invasion of france there bodies burried in the woods surrounding the lake. Never would go back there no way.
In reply to Post #92
can the mods now delete this thread please I'm scared
can the mods now delete this thread please I'm scared