In reply to Post #95
also anyone whos fished with Pimp when he has wind will tell u thats a bit scary , not so much sounds from beyond the grave but it definatley smells like something from beyond the grave muwahaha

In reply to Post #94
Ive never had any spooky experiences while fishing unfortunately but once i was fishing the lake at leigh park gardens near pompey when i was about 15 with my cousin and a friend. we was set up on the island there ,for those that know the place , i was set up in the first swim from the bridge and my cousin and the friend were set up a few swims down. so about midnight or so i was in their swim havin a few beers and a laugh when we were aware of someone coming across the bridge. as he came nearer the light we saw a tall skinheaded fella in combats walkin towards us. we assumed he was another angler due to his dress and bein next to a lake and thought he`d come for a chat or to ask for help with a pic or something.......that was until we saw the dirty great knife in his pocket and quite a bit of blood covering him. at this point we all thought " what the f*@k does he want?".so up he walks all shifty and starts chattin to us and eventually asks if we wanna buy some chickens. we`re like " no thanks m8 its ok we got no money anyway" so he says we can have one for a can of lager. so we were still like "we dont want any chickens but gave him a tinny so he would bugger off. so then he asks us if we want a GOAT ffs.Then he tells us he had been over the kiddies farm thing on the other side of the road to the park and he got the chickens, then he saw the goat and tried to garrotte the poor bugger but his garrotte snapped in the struggle and he cut its throat , hence the blood all over him. we didnt see the goat so i dunno if that was true or what but the blood was real enough. eventually he went on his way after that awkward silence that means u want who ever has freaked u out to p*ss off.so hes gone and weve watched him go over the bridge , tho he hung around the other end of the bridge for a bit but then disappeared into the night. we were pretty well psyched right up by this time and we shone my m8s mega candle power spotlight torch onto the bridge and along its length for the rest of the night to see if he came back and at some point we saw him again moochin around on the other side of the bridge but he didnt come back over. eventually i went to crash out in my bivvy up by the bridge to the warning of the other two about him comin back in the wee hours to get me etc etc and if the truth be told i sat on my bedchair tense with a 2 inch penknife in my hand till it started gettin light again haha. speakin to people after this apparantly this bloke is know for livin in the woods around the park and is reputed to be a bit on the mentally fragile side. definatley a night not to be forgotten lol.