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..