In reply to Post #124
Thanks for all the Redmire stories lads
We're fishing there in February, guess which swim I'm NOT setting up in
Thanks for all the Redmire stories lads
We're fishing there in February, guess which swim I'm NOT setting up in
In reply to Post #125
bowmans / willows when you see the caravans
bowmans / willows when you see the caravans
I fish a lake in deep surrey I wont say exactly where but with some of the details I give those that fish it will know,
Well here goes a rather funny story albeit at my exspense,
This lake I fish is a heavily tree lined lake in a deep valley, Where there is always little or no mobile phone reception, Several years ago you used to have to book yourself in, so that the bailifs knew that someone was there. As the story goes a bailif had died there several years previously and because there wasnt any knowledge that he was there it was three days before he was found, further to tthat there is a nunery at the end of this 7 acre complex where there have been stories of floating nuns passing by bivvies in the early hours of the morning so as you can imagine you gotta have some minerals about you to fish the place at night,
Well my episode begins a couple of months back whilst I was carrying out my pirsuit for "Big Frame" A rather historic looking mirror stocked back in the 1930s that goes at best around 36lb. Several day sessions previous were to prove univentful but felt I was getting nearer on every occassion, So I decided I would do a night, bare in mind this venue has a lock and key. I arrived at the said venue at around six o clock on a saturday evening when I arrived I found that the car park was completley empty .At the time I thought this was great news as the venue has the tendency to switch off if there more than half a dozen lines in the water, Realy excited that I was the only person there I set up on the dam wall it;s a great swim as you have a complete view of the lake, I quickly but gently placed my rigs and bait in the desired areas and set about making the little hut cozy with my cup of tea in one hand and a copy of carp world in the other I was settling for the night ahead.
Well blow me at exactly 7pm the sun light dissapered and with it so did the moon light I think they decided to leave the place along with all the other anglers, Half an hour later and my mind began to get a bit carried a way but I could hear fish crashing around so was loathe to pack away. I couldnt see any further than a couple of inches in front of my nose, I remember taking a picture of the two led lights in front of which happend to be my buzzers. Another half an hour later and it was starting to get cold and a thick mist was dropping down in front of me so I decided to text a friend of mine, being the supportive friend he is he decided to remind me of Blair Witch Project after reading this message I kept looking around imagining that someone was stood in the corner of the hut . this was no good I had cracked. I phoned my friend with a quivering lip and said "mate this is no good your gonna have to come and get me"
"what are you serious wheres your car"
"just behind me but I'm not leavin this hut it's to dark. Ill pay for your petrol and give you fifty quid if you come and get me " bareing in mind he lives in battersea and I'm past guilford anyway he agreed,
I sat for an hour and a half pooing my pants with bats clicking around me owls making lots of noises. So as the story goes after several months of trying I got my first almighty run but was to scared to hit, it I sat there watching the line fizzing off the spool at a rate of knots and knew it was a good fish but there was nothing I could I was paralised with fear, A couple of minutes later I heard an almighty crash right behind me with that was it I lept up clicked my head torch on and ran as fast as I could to the gate left all my tackle unlocked the gate and sat on the side of the road untill my mate turned up I havent been back since "Big Frame" will have to wait..
Well here goes a rather funny story albeit at my exspense,
This lake I fish is a heavily tree lined lake in a deep valley, Where there is always little or no mobile phone reception, Several years ago you used to have to book yourself in, so that the bailifs knew that someone was there. As the story goes a bailif had died there several years previously and because there wasnt any knowledge that he was there it was three days before he was found, further to tthat there is a nunery at the end of this 7 acre complex where there have been stories of floating nuns passing by bivvies in the early hours of the morning so as you can imagine you gotta have some minerals about you to fish the place at night,
Well my episode begins a couple of months back whilst I was carrying out my pirsuit for "Big Frame" A rather historic looking mirror stocked back in the 1930s that goes at best around 36lb. Several day sessions previous were to prove univentful but felt I was getting nearer on every occassion, So I decided I would do a night, bare in mind this venue has a lock and key. I arrived at the said venue at around six o clock on a saturday evening when I arrived I found that the car park was completley empty .At the time I thought this was great news as the venue has the tendency to switch off if there more than half a dozen lines in the water, Realy excited that I was the only person there I set up on the dam wall it;s a great swim as you have a complete view of the lake, I quickly but gently placed my rigs and bait in the desired areas and set about making the little hut cozy with my cup of tea in one hand and a copy of carp world in the other I was settling for the night ahead.
Well blow me at exactly 7pm the sun light dissapered and with it so did the moon light I think they decided to leave the place along with all the other anglers, Half an hour later and my mind began to get a bit carried a way but I could hear fish crashing around so was loathe to pack away. I couldnt see any further than a couple of inches in front of my nose, I remember taking a picture of the two led lights in front of which happend to be my buzzers. Another half an hour later and it was starting to get cold and a thick mist was dropping down in front of me so I decided to text a friend of mine, being the supportive friend he is he decided to remind me of Blair Witch Project after reading this message I kept looking around imagining that someone was stood in the corner of the hut . this was no good I had cracked. I phoned my friend with a quivering lip and said "mate this is no good your gonna have to come and get me"
"what are you serious wheres your car"
"just behind me but I'm not leavin this hut it's to dark. Ill pay for your petrol and give you fifty quid if you come and get me " bareing in mind he lives in battersea and I'm past guilford anyway he agreed,
I sat for an hour and a half pooing my pants with bats clicking around me owls making lots of noises. So as the story goes after several months of trying I got my first almighty run but was to scared to hit, it I sat there watching the line fizzing off the spool at a rate of knots and knew it was a good fish but there was nothing I could I was paralised with fear, A couple of minutes later I heard an almighty crash right behind me with that was it I lept up clicked my head torch on and ran as fast as I could to the gate left all my tackle unlocked the gate and sat on the side of the road untill my mate turned up I havent been back since "Big Frame" will have to wait..
im in the middle of a 24hr session,its pitch black n misty on the lake n im readin this s**t on my fone,im sittin in my bivvy n i think ive just s**t a house brick,think im gonna zip my big snooze up n just hope the ghosts r in a good f**kin mood coz u lot av planted a seed 
In reply to Post #128
Dont know why people bother with preists , cross's, exorcism ect to defeat the supernatural
All you need is a fluffy sleeping bag with a zip that goes past your eyelevel
Unless your martin bowler - then youve got scooby and the rest of the mystery gang to protect you
Dont know why people bother with preists , cross's, exorcism ect to defeat the supernatural
All you need is a fluffy sleeping bag with a zip that goes past your eyelevel
Unless your martin bowler - then youve got scooby and the rest of the mystery gang to protect you
In reply to Post #127
So there I was. I turned up at this lake in the middle of the night, only to find a load of discarded tackle with one rod attached to the prized fish in the lake. Result, cracking fish and a complete carp set-up to boot
So there I was. I turned up at this lake in the middle of the night, only to find a load of discarded tackle with one rod attached to the prized fish in the lake. Result, cracking fish and a complete carp set-up to boot
In reply to Post #129
Unless your martin bowler - then youve got scooby and the rest of the mystery gang to protect you
Unless your martin bowler - then youve got scooby and the rest of the mystery gang to protect you
In reply to Post #131
anymore stories lol
anymore stories lol
In reply to Post #133
i have just sat down for about 1 hour and 40 mins reading through every comment in this thread. great thread but quite scary. i was looking forward to going night fishing this year, but maybe not as much now
i have just sat down for about 1 hour and 40 mins reading through every comment in this thread. great thread but quite scary. i was looking forward to going night fishing this year, but maybe not as much now
Cmon Guys Any More Scary Storys
I like reading them!!
I like reading them!!
my freind told me a story about, him and his mate fishing a day ticket one summer evening, and at 2 o clock ( apparently witching hour) he had a run, played the fish, netted it all fine, and pictures takes, it was only untill the pictures were developed that, what seemed to be a ghostly person came closer and closer each snap, untill it was standing right behind the angler!!!!
In reply to Post #138
i had a badger swim across a river wreck my swim( lines and rods dragged all over), stood in front of me, shock its self, sort of barked and wondered off!! that was a bit freaky at 4 in the morning!!
ron..
i had a badger swim across a river wreck my swim( lines and rods dragged all over), stood in front of me, shock its self, sort of barked and wondered off!! that was a bit freaky at 4 in the morning!!
ron..
In reply to Post #138
I went to a local lake about 3 years ago with my mate to have a wander around and have a chat with a few of the guys,when we got there a bloke with a shotgun loosed a couple of rounds off and sent his dog in over someones rods to fetch a mallard,i was straight in for the kill saying"what the feck do you think your doing it's no shooting on here"to which he replied"i'll shoot where and when i like"I duely remonstrated with him in colourfull language and argued him to a standstill,when he left my mate, Mick turned to me and said"you tit,you could have got us shot then"never even occurred to me
I went to a local lake about 3 years ago with my mate to have a wander around and have a chat with a few of the guys,when we got there a bloke with a shotgun loosed a couple of rounds off and sent his dog in over someones rods to fetch a mallard,i was straight in for the kill saying"what the feck do you think your doing it's no shooting on here"to which he replied"i'll shoot where and when i like"I duely remonstrated with him in colourfull language and argued him to a standstill,when he left my mate, Mick turned to me and said"you tit,you could have got us shot then"never even occurred to me
In reply to Post #1
The scariest night I ever did was on a day ticket water in Suffolk. I'd never been to the lake before and found I had to drive 15 mins or so from the main road down dirt tracks through farm land to get to it. This was ok arriving in the day light but once it got dark as the only angler on the lake I began to feel pretty cut off. It was proper pitch dark (as dark as youve ever seen it) and a cold misty frost started to settle. I got into the sleeping bag early (as you do) but was woken by the sound of somerthing moving around behind the bivvy, I tried to ignore it but it got louder and louder until curiosity got the better of me and i decided to investigate. I had a good look round with the head torch but saw nothing so got back in the bag, probobly rats. I couldnt get to sleep so lay peering out of the bivvy door. It was then I noticed way off in the distance the faint glow of headlights which ever so slowly were getting closer and closer. The dirt track only led to the lake so this car was coming my way. I couldnt help thinking who the bloody hell would be driving out here at this time of night, surley not another angler? there was no way of setting up in this darkness. I armed my self with my rubber mallet (like that was gonna help) and watched the car drive straight up to my swim and shined its full beam right through my bivvy blinding me and lighting up the whole lake at the same time. All I could think was I was gonna get battered and have my gear nicked. I heard the door slam shut and prepared myself as the big silohette approached me 'got your ticket mate' it was the poxy bailiff !! I told him how he had ***t the life out of me and he said ' dont worry no one ever comes out here at this time of night, your in the middle of nowhere!) exactly, I thought. Feeling A bit reassured I watched him drive off into the distance and settled back down for the night. I just startied dozing off when I heard something rustling round the bivvy again I lay there for a couple of minutes to see if I could here anything and as I did 2 peircing green eyes peered around the bivvy door .... I s*at myslef !! what the f**k !! I had to know what it was !! It shot off as I launched my self out of the bed chair and gave chase. I found curled up in the bushes behind the bivvy a black cat, green eyes glowing like LED's. Its nights like that that make me wonder if Im completeley mad night fishing by myself .
The scariest night I ever did was on a day ticket water in Suffolk. I'd never been to the lake before and found I had to drive 15 mins or so from the main road down dirt tracks through farm land to get to it. This was ok arriving in the day light but once it got dark as the only angler on the lake I began to feel pretty cut off. It was proper pitch dark (as dark as youve ever seen it) and a cold misty frost started to settle. I got into the sleeping bag early (as you do) but was woken by the sound of somerthing moving around behind the bivvy, I tried to ignore it but it got louder and louder until curiosity got the better of me and i decided to investigate. I had a good look round with the head torch but saw nothing so got back in the bag, probobly rats. I couldnt get to sleep so lay peering out of the bivvy door. It was then I noticed way off in the distance the faint glow of headlights which ever so slowly were getting closer and closer. The dirt track only led to the lake so this car was coming my way. I couldnt help thinking who the bloody hell would be driving out here at this time of night, surley not another angler? there was no way of setting up in this darkness. I armed my self with my rubber mallet (like that was gonna help) and watched the car drive straight up to my swim and shined its full beam right through my bivvy blinding me and lighting up the whole lake at the same time. All I could think was I was gonna get battered and have my gear nicked. I heard the door slam shut and prepared myself as the big silohette approached me 'got your ticket mate' it was the poxy bailiff !! I told him how he had ***t the life out of me and he said ' dont worry no one ever comes out here at this time of night, your in the middle of nowhere!) exactly, I thought. Feeling A bit reassured I watched him drive off into the distance and settled back down for the night. I just startied dozing off when I heard something rustling round the bivvy again I lay there for a couple of minutes to see if I could here anything and as I did 2 peircing green eyes peered around the bivvy door .... I s*at myslef !! what the f**k !! I had to know what it was !! It shot off as I launched my self out of the bed chair and gave chase. I found curled up in the bushes behind the bivvy a black cat, green eyes glowing like LED's. Its nights like that that make me wonder if Im completeley mad night fishing by myself .
In reply to Post #141
i do love scary stories and to be honest its all good fun...as i used to work as a ranger around the n.devon area i have seen some wierd things in the night all of which i know how to explain,but i do like the floatings nuns etc what people see..i have only one story which i cant explain and this is it..
i was out watching for deer poachers one night on a moor fairly close to where i live..when a woman who was dressed in what i would call normal outdoor clothing circa 1970's came up to me..now this woman was proberly in her 50-60's so i thought nothing of the older clothing..she continued to ask me where she was as this was very late and very dark..now im on a road sat in the 4x4 so really the only thing i asked her was "why she was out so late walking on her own"..she didnt reply to this and i continued to tell her where she was etc..to that she said "thank you " and off she went..now when telling my fellow rangers the next day at the normal meeting..i was inform that this woman has been seen by many before and she got lost on the moor and died in the 1970's...
now i cant explain that.............
i do love scary stories and to be honest its all good fun...as i used to work as a ranger around the n.devon area i have seen some wierd things in the night all of which i know how to explain,but i do like the floatings nuns etc what people see..i have only one story which i cant explain and this is it..
i was out watching for deer poachers one night on a moor fairly close to where i live..when a woman who was dressed in what i would call normal outdoor clothing circa 1970's came up to me..now this woman was proberly in her 50-60's so i thought nothing of the older clothing..she continued to ask me where she was as this was very late and very dark..now im on a road sat in the 4x4 so really the only thing i asked her was "why she was out so late walking on her own"..she didnt reply to this and i continued to tell her where she was etc..to that she said "thank you " and off she went..now when telling my fellow rangers the next day at the normal meeting..i was inform that this woman has been seen by many before and she got lost on the moor and died in the 1970's...
now i cant explain that.............