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?

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?

After reading this lot anyone night fishing alone now will always be relying on the sleeping bag as protection

In reply to Post #47
It's probably the ghost jumping in to get his head.................or maybe Jason trying to get out the lake

In reply to Post #39
Don't worry, Kris, most paranormal experiences don't involve physical attacks on the poor sod who gets scared half to death....................but I think it depends on who's doing the haunting, whether they're none to happy about you being there and are wanting to bring a sword down on you.

Anyway, don't have nightmares...................

In reply to Post #28
on closer inspection one guy had the backside of his trousers missing and the other had his finger up the guys bum

how close did you get to see that and was it this finger?

In reply to Post #9
Yep, looking back now I reckon I was the only one who paid it, I joined via the tackle shop in Barwell, miserable bugger that ran it. Being 17 I didn't ask enough questions. Still, I out fished everyone!

Remember there was no internet so if you didn't know anyone else, you couldn't get information on venues. Imagine it................no internet!! Just found the ticket, I keep everything!!

Edit: sorry for going way off thread.

In reply to Post #5
I did really well, the far bank was just reeds and a no fishing bank and I found a channel into the reeds that was the hot spot. I was OK when I got a take, instinct takes over, it was the time when everything was quiet that was creepy.

In reply to Post #3
Back then the options were a few day ticket waters or secret syndicates. When I applied for membership they weren't happy I'd found out about the lake. Plus the internet didn't exist so finding venues wasn't easy.

In reply to Post #1
I used to be a member of a syndicate in Market Bosworth that was next to a single track gated road. I used to fish it on my own at nights as none of my mates could afford the ticket (£400 15 years ago) and the other members only did day sessions. Being 17 on my own there I used to be scared most nights but I was determined to be there to catch.

It was made worse when I read the story by Chris Yates in one of his books where a ghost was supposed to have screamed "Chris" very loudly on the opposite bank when he was alone. Every owl screech made me jump 10 feet in the air!

It was worth it for the dawns though.