|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1231
Right thats it, only fishing days now. 
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1230
Part 2
I tried to make sense of it all the following morning and even tried to convince myself that I had imagined it. But deep down I knew that I had not. The shaking of the tent and the intense cold had been only too real. What I did know was that I had now lost all interest in fishing and simply did not want to spend another night at the water alone. Not long after day-break, I packed my gear in the car and set off, or rather I tried to set off. The torrential downpour had left the car parking area so muddy that there was no way that I could drive through the gate and into the field beyond, especially as that manoeuvre involved a right angle turn going uphill. I struggled for half an hour but to no avail, and so I was forced to and find Dave, who eventually arrived with the tractor to pull me out. At long last, I was on my way home three days early, and this time I had no regrets about leaving Redmire.
The interesting postscript to this story is that at the time I had never read or heard of the strange occurrences that have been attributed to the Evening Pitch by various anglers. It was many months later at a NASA conference, when I was talking to Len Arbery and his on Tony, that Len said something that took my mind back. He mentioned a night when he too had experienced feelings of intense cold in his bivvy, and it was so marked in his case that articles inside the camp were actually frosted the next morning – and this was in summer!
On 11 October 1989, I read in the Angling Times of the most frightening phenomenon in the Evening Pitch to date, one so shocking that a priest was called in to perform an exorcism. Ricky Richardson was camping in the swim with his son at night and a hideous apparition with green staring eyes materialised at the bivvy door and stared in on them. Other anglers from different parts of the lake heard their screams and when they arrived found Ricky cowering in shock at the back of the camp. When I read that story, my mind went back to that particular night in 1986. If I had seen the same spectre, it would definitely have been a case of breaking out the brown trousers! (in my case it would meant a major overwhelming heart attack causing instant death
|
|
|
|
Okay here’s the next one:
Part 1
At about midnight, with nothing having transpired to disturb my dark, still world, I climbed into my sleeping bag and wearily closed my eyes. To the sound of a distant hunting owl, I was soon asleep and so I remained until a little after 3 a.m. when I was awoken with a start by the most violent shaking of the bivvy on the side on which I was sleeping. It was almost as if a large dog had taken the material in his mouth and was trying to rip a hole in it. I shot out of the bivvy to investigate the cause of the commotion, and as I did so the shaking stopped abruptly. It was a little unnerving, especially as I soon established that there was no apparent cause for the phenomenon. I was totally alone, there was not a breath of wind and I soon convinced myself that it must have been a large animal. Perhaps a fox or badger had stumbled onto the material.
Back in my bivvy, I decided to have a brew up before retiring to bed once more and while I was waiting for the kettle to boil I became aware for the first time of how incredibly cold it had become inside my shelter. It was weird. Outside it was a very warm, humid night, but the bivvy felt as though it had been refrigerated. At first I put it down to condensation, but even then it was unnaturally chilly. Once I had made my tea, I wandered down to the Stumps swim with it to warm my feet up. I was perhaps only there for three or four minutes, but it was long enough for me to realise the tremendous temperature difference between that area and my bivvy. In the space of only about forty yards of bank, it felt as though the temperature difference was about twenty degrees Fahrenheit.
Convincing myself that it was obviously some freak atmospheric condition, I was soon once more ensconced in my sleeping bag and was soon asleep. Three times, however, in the next hour I was awoken suddenly by what felt like a blast of freezing air across my cheek, and the third time it was so startling that I sat bolt upright on my bedchair. I noticed two things almost instantaneously. The first was that the bivvy was now like an icebox, and the second was a large black shadow that crossed and then re-crossed the open door of the camp. To say that I was now distinctly uneasy would be putting it mildly, and without further ado I gathered up my sleeping bag and walked with it to the car, only about twenty yards away. Having locked myself in, I lowered the passenger seat, made myself as comfortable as possible and then slept the rest of the dark hours without further interruption.
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1227
You see Ty,if i tell you what i saw i would go back on the promise i gave my mother..
She knows some of em......plus my missus comes from a `herbalist`background..
I wiil say one word though...
Coven................ 
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1227
It will most likely be some sort of fundamentalist Paganism bonesman. If he saw something he shouldn't have then he's right to keep quiet about it 
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1225
How can you say the bit at the end and leave it at that.i need to now know what you see
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1
i used to be a member of mid kent, paid £275 for a ticket. my 1st session on there, i got there just after dark. i arrived at the lake i had in mind to fish, went through the gate and then horror hit me, every swim taken, decided to go to another lake, same there too....
scaryest places i ever went to, having paid £275 for not being able to get on a lake as a weekend angler.... never again
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1217
C`mon Sam tell em mate ,your clever with words etc............plus its true what Sam says ...as i put him on the lake and know the truth behind the place...
Plus im the longest surviving `local`to currantly still to be fishing there......apart from ol Tom who would be in his 90s..  ......
ps i defo believe in the `paranormal`etc ,i lived as a teenager on/next to an anciant burial site that has ley lines cossing it big time..we all hated it there and ended up moving to my gramps place 500 yrds away.....that had `orbs`that were seen and my German Shepard dog would never seem to settle...
Plus...... 30 yrs ago.i saw something in the woods nearby ..a religion that time has nearly forgot about ,i was warned never to repeat what i saw that day.....to any one...and i haven`t...so im a believer... 
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1222
Hi
Not fishing related but have a very true ghost story ! If anyone knows Derby they may well be aware of other peoples experiences at Darley Abbey weir and the mill building behind it ......
My dad used to work in the mill building behind the weir doing cad cam lathe work ( machine forming metal basically - dont think company is there anymore ? )
Anyways it was about 20 years ago know when i was 10/11 and my dad was doing swing shifts splitting the weekends with one other bloke as it was a rush job, my dad went in the mornings set the machine running and did the odd bits and bobs, then he came home and the other bloke (Simon) went in when the lathe finished and shut everything down for the night after the cad cam lathe had shaped the metals ! Anyways this was not unusual and just basically overtime work my dad did.... Around 9pm one night we got a phone call ( house phone ) and my mum answered it _ It was Simon saying can he speak to My Dad ( mum was worried at this point as Simon was panicking - she could tell by his voice ) After about one minute of my Dad being on the phone he put the phone down saying we will be there in 5 mins!!! Mum and Dad then begin talking and it ends with all of us piling in a renault 5 car ( mum / dad / 3 kids _ my dad was drunk and could not drive so mum had to take us down - lol remember it like it was yesterday) Anyways Simon was bricking it and had legged it over the weir bridge leaving the mill unlocked and all machinery etc on and was waiting by the telephone box over the other side ( 1/4 mile approx ) . To this day i have never seen someone so afraid and white as a sheet as this bloke - he was petrified and refused to go back in the mill ! My dad goes in and shuts everything down and gets simon his car keys and says we`ll sort it all in the morning .....
Dad revealed to us a few years later that Simon had seen a full body apparition of an old foreman dressed in victorian costume watching him as he checked the lathe ( Many other incidents had been reported ) and from then on my Dad would always take one of us with him when he did any weeknd lathe setting cos we loved the ghost story ! 
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1222
Thanks Jim, I'll just leave it on this last note though as to not say anything about it would be or might be irresponsible. Just be very aware how much you get or can get taken in by this new age nonsense which is trying to challenge the old warning messages from The Bible and The Qu'ran. Somewhat dusty and rugged though they might be they've pretty much got it right. There really is severe danger out there when you proceed beyond sensible boundaries of thought and compassion and general interest in life, no matter how innocently motivated - these things will attack anything.
Realistically speaking in modern times only a personal experience is likely to convince someone of this, but you're left in no doubt when it turns up and it is truly terrifying and one of the worst realisations you can probably ever have in life as a human being. I'm not saying there aren't aspects of Religion which are wrong, because I believe there are and it can be taken way out of context to the point where gay people and people of other divinations are being wrongfully rejected. As for the warnings about messing with spirit though - mentioned in Deuteronomy - they are absolutely correct. Just make sure you choose your path through life wisely. And remember morality is frequently no defense whatsoever against danger in this respect.
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1220
Fair play mate Some thing are best left unsaid
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1217
In reply to Post #1216
Sorry Pete but I just couldn't do the story justice, plus many people with think it is made up, I probably shouldn't have mentioned
not me SAM there's one house on our village so haunted people wont live in it i have also told the story of my two friends fishing a Shropshire mere when they came down to birch grove to see me they were petrified there are more things in heaven and earth than we realize or can comprehend i for one would love to hear your story
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1214
You're just dangling the carrot right now Chris 
Sorry Jim  I'm going to take Sam's stance on it though and leave it. Best off kept private. I've already seen a pot smoking reference which suggests things wouldn't go well 
But... I will give you Tony's second story from Redmire as a trade for silence about my own matters. Let me go out and get some cigarettes and food and I shall return and type it up! Get ready to be scared!
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1215
Pretty please Sam,intrigued
|
|
|
|
In reply to Post #1216
Yes Sam do tell........
|
|
