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In reply to Post #1270
..That is 100% true mate.......,he also used to `stick scrape`threewheeler man`when he fell asleep in the reliant.....i remember it well cos they fell out over Mr j waking him up....
I`m the only person who fishes this place now.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!............
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In reply to Post #1269
Jon ...they were feeding off your mortal energy......hence why you felt sick....
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In reply to Post #1268
Is that realy true about his stick Adam?? That's crazy
If it was him, I certainly don't think he liked me!
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In reply to Post #1265
Funny you should mention a dizzy/weak feeling. I had a really bad spell and nearly collapsed fishing an old monastery stocked by monks for food a long long time ago. There were all sorts of stories and although I never 'experienced' anything I've never had that horrible feeling again..
I'm not the spiritual type but your story does make me wonder!
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In reply to Post #1259
...the lake that Sam fished is /was one of two ....the other is at the top at the old Manor ,which has just been sold...
Simply this land has been owned by the same family for generations...
Sam i believe fished what i call `oaktree corner`... on the dam this swim is just to the left of the wooded area in which is the family crypt is situated [if your facing the lake like Sam was....
What Sam didnt know at the time was that owner Mr J.....was crushed to death on the A30 on a large tractor buy a huge articulated lorry.....It was`nt Mr J s` time ` to die and i reckon he was pretty fed up about it...and i remember he didnt like new faces on the land...[when he was alive]....
Here`s THE thing ....when i was a teenager and night fishing up by the manor house on the old estate lake...When Mr j was alive his favourite trick at night when he used to go out to check the sheep at lambing was to scrape his stick up n down the back of my canvas bivvy to let me know he was around..
But i didn`t have the heart to tell Sam this ......SO Sam now you know...........
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In reply to Post #1266
Many thanks Pete, much apreciated
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In reply to Post #1261
Great story sam really enjoyed it there are more things in heaven and earth than we understand must have been quite frighting for you i have fished places i have not liked and felt uneasy fishing them but i have never seen anything worse than myself but others have,. but great story
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In reply to Post #1262
Thanks for sharing that ev
Cheers jon, I certainly did.
Carpe1, it realy wasn't worth going back there, didn't have the best quality of stock in there
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In reply to Post #1261
Dont blame you for reeling in the rods.
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| | | noj | | Posts: 11459 | | | Social photographer... | |
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In reply to Post #1261
Interesting read there Sam, safe to say I'd have **** myself!
Look forward to Adam telling us WHY it happened 
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In reply to Post #1261
Bet you shat yaself lol. Wouldn't stop me fishing there though. Even the water I mentioned when I was being strangled, I went back to fish. Actually hoped something would happen again but it didn't.
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Thanks everyone.
Ads I'm sorry I didn't go into complete detail when I told you but it wasn't easy, especially with your wife and daughters there!
By all means tell them why, I'm not sure you have told me the full ins and outs of it either, but I did see the cript afterwards, the next day actually
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In reply to Post #1256
O .M. G
SOD THAT.....
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PART 3-
So I get back into my bed and my mind is raceing with things like who can I fone to come and get me, only my mate pete knew I was fishing here and he didn't know where it was, plus he lives an hour away andwould never come out to get me.
For some reason at this point i got angry, grabbed my bank stick from under my bed and got out and shout some gibberish that I can't really remember, then got back in bed and prayed I hadn't over done it.
A minute later and I heard that terrifying sound of the fingernail once again, this time from right to left, then my brolly started quivering building up to firm shaking, I was petrified and said in a girly manner, no please don't, please don't
By this time I was feeling really drained, week and sick, I had cold sweets and I couldn't really see properly
A few seconds passed (felt like minutes) and it stopped.
That was the last thing that happend that night but I continued to feel unwell all night.
I didn't get any sleep and spent the whole night just staring out of my brolly and praying all would be ok.
I have never done a night there since
Well there we go, that's my story.
What made it so terrifying was how I felt, it was kind of like something was feeding off my energy.
I had very dark thoughts going through my head that I didn't feel came from my own mind, it was very strange and very very hard to explain.
Anyway, hope my displeasure has caused some of you some entertainment!
Sam
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In reply to Post #1251
sam i had a similar thing happen to me
when i was in my 20's i used to help run a scout group and took 20 or so lads away for the week in a place called littledale, now just before we went my grandad was not well and was in hospital for a month but a week or so before we went away he died, this would mean myself and my brother, who was also a leader would have to return home mid week for his funeral
the week was going well and late one evening the tuesday myself and brother and another leader had got the lads of to there own tents well away from our main large canvas tent, we had not been drinking as we were incharge of the lads and a good distance from the main town,and had the whole place to ourselves for the week and spent a good hour chatting then got ready to bed down
we tied down the canvas doors at each end of the tent ( an old fashoned canvas woodenpoled icelandic which was 15 foot long and about 8foot wide and tall enough to fully stand up in ) the tie down is done in a loop to loop fashion and finished of with a half hitch or to around the pole not quick and not easy in a rush, we slept in a row, me our mate then my brother at the other end of the tent and other door,
all went as normal when at about 3AM i woke up aware that someone was moving around inside the tent, i was not scared and looked to the direction of the person and watched a figure with bright outline move from my right to the left then out of the tied down door, not alarmed i just turned over and went back to sleep.
morning came and the routine of camp took over, later that morning my mate asked me what time i went to the loo i said i didnt, he said thats funny i sware i saw you with your torch going to the door, wasnt me i said, but i saw it too and assumed the same one of you must of gone, but i opened the door this morning and it was as i had left it tied exactly the same!!!
that left my brother and he said he didnt see a thing and didnt go out to the loo??
Its still something we talk about when we all get together but,
it wasnt till many years later that my brother who was very close to my grandad told me the truth, he said he was visited by grandad both as we were camping that night ( the night before we were to to go home to the funeral) and while we stayed back at our parents house ,to the point where he had to turn on the light all night to get any sleep now he is not one to spin a yarn and not one to mess with peoples feelings, but there was something in that tent with us that night i would swear to this in court if i had to
its not the only strange unexplainable thing i have experianced but one that was not a true scare just a comforting strange feeling......... unlike others
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