In reply to Post #108
One of my mates friends done a quick midweek over his syndicate(not sure where) He turned up at night time set up on a swim under some trees and began fishing.
Throughout the night he was going for a p**s behind his bivvy etc etc.
When morining came he was packing away and he looked up above his bivvy to see a women hanging from the tree.She had committed suicide the day before and no one had noticed.
One of my mates friends done a quick midweek over his syndicate(not sure where) He turned up at night time set up on a swim under some trees and began fishing.
Throughout the night he was going for a p**s behind his bivvy etc etc.
When morining came he was packing away and he looked up above his bivvy to see a women hanging from the tree.She had committed suicide the day before and no one had noticed.
In reply to Post #109
That's shocking.
That's shocking.
In reply to Post #110
I know .That would haunt you for ever. Dont no the guy personaly but one of my fishing buddys do.
I know .That would haunt you for ever. Dont no the guy personaly but one of my fishing buddys do.
In reply to Post #109
Surely that can't be for real!!!
How would she of got up high enough to be above his bivvy!?
Surely that can't be for real!!!
How would she of got up high enough to be above his bivvy!?
In reply to Post #112
By climbing the tree and jumping off?
By climbing the tree and jumping off?
In reply to Post #113
She's a tree surgeon as well!?
She's a tree surgeon as well!?
In reply to Post #109
One of my mates friends = urban myth, usually
One of my mates friends = urban myth, usually
In reply to Post #115
a fella slit both his wrists and chucked himself in our lake, while people were fishing!! it does happen..
ron..
a fella slit both his wrists and chucked himself in our lake, while people were fishing!!
it does happen..ron..
In reply to Post #116
Well you dont lie about them sort of things
How would she of got up high enough to be above his bivvy!?
Climbed I guess!! His bivvy is not that tall
Well you dont lie about them sort of things
How would she of got up high enough to be above his bivvy!?
Climbed I guess!! His bivvy is not that tall
In reply to Post #117
if you were going to hang yourself you'd make sure your feet weren't going to be on the ground when the rope went tight so why not be 4 feet up?
if you were going to hang yourself you'd make sure your feet weren't going to be on the ground when the rope went tight so why not be 4 feet up?
In reply to Post #117
I'm not calling you a lier mate but it does seem like one of those stories.
I'm not calling you a lier mate but it does seem like one of those stories.
In reply to Post #120
Here's a confession
I told someone about something that had happened to a friend of a friend.
I was pissed off when he told me that it was an urban legend.
He said, what were you told. So I relayed the story of the awful event that befell a friend of my friend. He than said yes but you told me it had happened to a friend of your friend but it had happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of yours.
People seem to automatically do this....did I feel dumb.
Here's a confession
I told someone about something that had happened to a friend of a friend.
I was pissed off when he told me that it was an urban legend.
He said, what were you told. So I relayed the story of the awful event that befell a friend of my friend. He than said yes but you told me it had happened to a friend of your friend but it had happened to a friend of a friend of a friend of yours.
People seem to automatically do this....did I feel dumb.
In reply to Post #1
fished a local park lake years ago when i was a kid, woke up to find a tramp next to my bed chair tucking into my crisps. dunno who was more scared, me waking up to find a vagrant sat next to me under my brolly. or him sat there with me sqealing at him like a girl.
fished a local park lake years ago when i was a kid, woke up to find a tramp next to my bed chair tucking into my crisps. dunno who was more scared, me waking up to find a vagrant sat next to me under my brolly. or him sat there with me sqealing at him like a girl.
In reply to Post #121
i too have fished thorneycroft & it is weird, one afternoon i turned up and there was a strange vibe about the place - nothing was moving,bright sunny day really deadly quiet - odd! and that pram always freaks me out. its a bit of a standing joke at work how i get scared whilst out fishing. one of the girls i work with asked me to take a picture of the pram to show her, i darent incase i bring some kind of unearthly spirit home with me somehow encapsulated in my phone.
Anyway my scary story: about 5 years ago i was up at the crack of dawn on a frosty bitterly cold winter morning, as i parked the car across the field to the lake was covered in mist , the havy type that just sits about head hight. anyway as i walked accross the field a silouette of a tree apeared out of the mist as i continued to walk towards it i can see a siloutte of a man hanging by a rope from a branch. one of those momemnts where you just gasp and drop everything, after a minute or two stood there in the mist looking ....weighing up whether to slowly edge back to the car. Anyway i slowly walk right up to the tree absolutley cacking myslef thinking jesus il never be able to fish again etc. etc. walk right underneath it and look up through squinted eyes i slowly parted my fingers, then i saw it.... yep it had a carrier bag for a face it was a f**king scarecrow hanging from the tree!! needless to say i didnt see the funny side of it.
i too have fished thorneycroft & it is weird, one afternoon i turned up and there was a strange vibe about the place - nothing was moving,bright sunny day really deadly quiet - odd! and that pram always freaks me out. its a bit of a standing joke at work how i get scared whilst out fishing. one of the girls i work with asked me to take a picture of the pram to show her, i darent incase i bring some kind of unearthly spirit home with me somehow encapsulated in my phone.
Anyway my scary story: about 5 years ago i was up at the crack of dawn on a frosty bitterly cold winter morning, as i parked the car across the field to the lake was covered in mist , the havy type that just sits about head hight. anyway as i walked accross the field a silouette of a tree apeared out of the mist as i continued to walk towards it i can see a siloutte of a man hanging by a rope from a branch. one of those momemnts where you just gasp and drop everything, after a minute or two stood there in the mist looking ....weighing up whether to slowly edge back to the car. Anyway i slowly walk right up to the tree absolutley cacking myslef thinking jesus il never be able to fish again etc. etc. walk right underneath it and look up through squinted eyes i slowly parted my fingers, then i saw it.... yep it had a carrier bag for a face it was a f**king scarecrow hanging from the tree!! needless to say i didnt see the funny side of it.
In reply to Post #123
Did a night on my local river. The nearest place to park the car is by a rowing club which is about 400m from where I was fishing. The rowing club is in the middle of a park. The local park & the rowing club car park are apparently a notorious cottaging place.
Well about 2 am in the morning I was sitting up watching the river, and I heard someone walk past me. Well I thought nothing off it, and about 5 mins later he walked back past me.
By this time, I decided to climb back into my bivvy. I was just dozing off, when I felt a presence near by (my senses always are hightened at night). This spoked me, so I jumped out of my sleeping bag only to see this blokes head peering into my bivvy. I got out the bivvy, and with the words "what the f*ck you doing mate, f*ck off" I got the reply "it's quite cold tonight isn't it". I again asked him nicely (in my best south London speak) to go away, which after about 5 mins he did. Very bizzare. I have to say after that I did not go back to sleep.
Did a night on my local river. The nearest place to park the car is by a rowing club which is about 400m from where I was fishing. The rowing club is in the middle of a park. The local park & the rowing club car park are apparently a notorious cottaging place.
Well about 2 am in the morning I was sitting up watching the river, and I heard someone walk past me. Well I thought nothing off it, and about 5 mins later he walked back past me.
By this time, I decided to climb back into my bivvy. I was just dozing off, when I felt a presence near by (my senses always are hightened at night). This spoked me, so I jumped out of my sleeping bag only to see this blokes head peering into my bivvy. I got out the bivvy, and with the words "what the f*ck you doing mate, f*ck off" I got the reply "it's quite cold tonight isn't it". I again asked him nicely (in my best south London speak) to go away, which after about 5 mins he did. Very bizzare. I have to say after that I did not go back to sleep.