1st time.... I was doing an over night session with my uncle. We were fishing the bank that was on the right if facing the lake from the dam. I was standing in his swim one up from mine about 11pm pitch black when a powerful searchlight shine from the field. It got closer and closer and we could hear a vehicle approaching. I thought it may of been the nra and went back to my swim to wind in my 3rd rod. When I went back to my uncles swim he looked ill! He was shaking. He said a White escort van pulled up with the windows down. He looked inside but and saw someone wearing a balaclava. Then drove off. We were properly s**t scared. I begged my uncle to stay so we could carry on fishing but he was not having any of it. I went back to my swim which was pretty much only one way in to start packing up and as I approached it I saw a figure climbing into the brambles. We packed up so quick I ended up leaving behind my bucket of tiger nuts! Serious!

2nd time.... I convinced a mate from school to come fishing with me. We got down there after walking from the train station with a mountain of gear and decided to have a look for a decent swim dumping the kit at the dam wall. We got halfway round and laying in the path was an adult deer. When we got closer we noticed that on its side it had had a cross burnt onto into its side. My mate was freaked out to the max saying it was some devil worship thing. Again I just wanted to get on fishing. I got my own way but after two hours of my mate whining we packed up.

I did do a fair few sessions by myself after my uncle decided to jack it in and I couldn't convince anyone else to come night fishing. I always felt so freaked out but something kept drawing me back to the place.

In reply to Post #1485
That's the one. Had a couple of strange things happen there!

In reply to Post #1483
Did you ever fish the lake at balcombe?