In reply to Post #87
Mmmmmmmm...interesting story Dave.
Yes, the picture is interesting, and no, it's not my reflection!
I found the beauty of Redmire second to none but at night, like you say, it goes so quiet and black, but having said that, I didn't give that sort of thing a second thought on the night in question. I got into my bivvy, into the sleeping bag, and watched the rods for a while. Then, I woke to feel like my whole body was in ice. This was a summer night! Shivering and with an intense feeling of foreboding, I literally ran, no kidding, down the track to the car, got in, locked the doors. The hairs on my neck stood up when a shadow went past the car with no sound on gravel/floor, I put the radio on, stuff the battery going flat, and shut my eyes tight for the rest of the night. There was only Len and I on the lake, and the next morning Len said he'd been ill in the night and had never left his bivvy. It has an atmosphere all of its own that's for sure. I had done quite a bit of night fishing prior to that experience, and had learned to recognise the normal night sounds and animals, this was a different kettle of fish (scuse the pun) all together...and I had no idea of Redmire's spooky past either at the time.

In reply to Post #76
I think it was pitchfords from memory Dave. I was with Len Arbery on an AT gig and wrote about the whole night in the paper. I was supposed to stay for two nights, but wild horses etc. I am convinced what ever bugged me in the night, so frightening that I spent the rest of it in my car with the doors locked and my eyes shut tight, was not of this earth. Funny thing was Len was fishing over the other side of the lake and was ill that night as I recall. Two interesting things that never saw light of day in AT was the picture I took innocently of my car and clearly ingrained in the reflection of the metal was the most hideous face I' ve ever seen. We blew the slide up and it was decided not to publish it. The other odd thing was that all the way home in the car, I felt something was in the back. When I got in, without saying anything to her indoors, the cooker caught fire for no apparent reason. Could be coincidence I s'pose. Have often wondered about going back, but would never spend a night there. Even in the day, there is a strange aura about the place.

In reply to Post #12
Yep, fished Redmire once, never again, something not right with one swim anyway.