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In reply to Post #1191
When I was fishing the Avon just outside Stratford I got woke up by mooing, as i dragged my head from the sleeping bag there was a flock of cows about 6ft infront of my brolly all looking at me. They are big, there was many. 
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Pike fishing on a canal I moved my chair back so that the towpath traffic could go through sat there relaxing with a little warmth from the winter sun and a coffee then a cow stuck its head through the fence licked the side of my face then mooed  
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In reply to Post #1188
Tragically boyo I think that thread has now been auto-deleted. Shame it was the best thread ever. My favourite story was about the guy who felt a hand on his shoulder way out in the middle of nowhere. Probably meant to scare him but I also suspect warn him of danger too. He slept in his car all night and then drove away at first light.
If I can be bothered I'll write up Tony Mile's account of his experience on the Cherwell and at Redmire if you want?
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In reply to Post #1188
Great read  
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In reply to Post #1187
I started a thread in 2004 I think called """ Spooky things when nightfishin" Its a good laugh and read same as this but I cant find it anymore....... It is a while back mind
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In reply to Post #1186
I had an odd experience when fishing my local… the lake is Cannop ponds, cracking lake with so much potential but run by match anglers who clearly despise carp anglers. Its one of those lakes in the middle of woods, nearest house has got to be 2 miles away, with no mobile reception and has that creepy feeling to it.
It’s about 1993 / 94 and a group of us deciding to do a night there, we are all in the age range of 14 / 15 years old so was heavily relying on parents dropping us off and picking us up. It must be 11.30 at night and we are all bivved up for the evening and having the lads banter as you do (probably discussing what girl we would love to pump our Tesco “finest” into) then all of a sudden we hear a faint drumming noise. Its starts off and sounds like some lads parked up with the boots open with there bass cannons pumping out the music. The music is faint but slowly starts to get louder and louder until the sound is clearly drums beating. By this time we can’t make out what the hell the noise is and start going into panic mode/mind wandering! The drumming is to a regular beat and is getter louder and louder over the space of 30 minutes. We are slowly coming round to the idea that it must be a party in the woods etc. until the drum beat is matched with a loud chanting! Now by this time I am cacking it and I think I had some sort of small stroke, Followed by my heart jumping out of my body! It sounded like a scene from a Bad Boys 2 where they bust a bunch of KKK worshipping.…..now this chanting is getting louder and louder and is now easily going on for a hour plus and sounds like its 100 yards away and getting closer. All 4 of us by now are to the point where we just want our mums and for the bad noise to just go away but unfortunately its not!! We all pile into one bivvy with one lad brandishing a rounder’s bat and is ready to kill anything that comes near us or even moves. Then all of a sudden the drums and chanting stop and that deathly silence grew upon us to the point where we are panicking and thinking that whoever it is knows we are there. After that silence we heard nothing, not even the sound of people walking away, not even a car, just nothing and to this day I couldn’t even tell you who or what it was that night……..
Growing up in the Forest of Dean you always hear rumours of “devil” worshippers etc. and dead animals being found nailed to trees, whether you believe all that nonsense then fine but I have no explanation to what we heard that night….frigging spooky to say the least!
Chris
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ok its 11:00 at night and now i cant sleep ><
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In reply to Post #1184
Starting to wish i hadnt read this thread off for a one nighter tomorow and i know the lake will be dead quiet just the wind ripping down the valley hope i get plenty of action so i dont have to sleep or ill slip a whiskey in my tea to help me get off.
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In reply to Post #1162
they are still having an influenece Belch!!!  in fairness i remember vividly you ringing me up and telling me the whole encounter!!!! I can also vouch I have also fished this venue and have also heard the clunk of the gate on occasions but no one there!!!
beats the time the swam flew into the electricity pylon with an almighty bang Belch!!! but thats was a different sort of Kak my Pants feeling 
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In reply to Post #1180
Was in my hot air balloon few years ago, and thought i spotted some fish in the margins'
so let out some air............ 
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In reply to Post #1181
I know one, but I must admit it really freaked me out when I heard it.
My mate and I went to look at a small 2 acre pond that we found on a map. When we arrived it was steep sided and had a real, dark sense of forboding around it, you couldnt put your finger on it..
After we left we went to the local pub for a pint on the way back, a weird old pub in the middle of nowhere. We sat at the bar and got talking to this wizened old boy at the end of the bar and told him how we'd gone to look at this pond as we were anglers and in the area. We told him of how the place had "not felt quite right".
He sad that in the late 1700s a local serial kiler lived in the area, when the villagers round him up they metered out their out justice and hung him from a tree by the pond, and feeling he was evil they didn't want to bury him in the church yard and he was weighted and sunk in the old pond.
He also said that if you go to the pond at night, even without a breeze you can hear the creak of the rope with which they hung him...
Worse still he explained that people in years gone by on the wildest of winter nights, peoplehad seen a hideous figure trying to claw its way out out the steep sided pond. And that he, and others had seen the finger marks in the clay sides in the cold light of day 
I've spent the last 20 years fishing often on big pits alone and not really ever been bothered, but I tell you what I'd never do a night there knowing his body is still there, somewhere down in that deep dark silt, waiting ,biding it's time, to crawl out one night and take it's vengance
We drunk our pint quick and left!
Also not far from me is the screaming ghost of pluckley claypit, an unfortunate worker who met his grisly end there in an accident. Apparently his cries can be heard at night and is so well documented that the locals are simply not bothered by it anymore...
Another place I don't really fancy trying....
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In reply to Post #1180
 You must've **** a brick! They're LOUD! 
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Afew years ago i was fishing my club water,there were a few other anglers on.Late afternoon most started to pack up and drift off and eventually i had the whole place to myself,great i thought.
I was squatting down close to my rods when directly above me came an almighty ROAR.........i absolutely shat myself and fell over,luckily not taking my rods out but landing in a kind of press up position with my hands in the margin.I looked up and saw the bottom of a hot air balloon basket about 20-30 meters above me,there were 3-4 people in the basket absolutely pi**ing themselves laughing
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In reply to Post #1168
theres a ghost on one of our club lakes & i think she fancies me,
she's been wooing me for ages...........
Too subtle Brian ..... that deserved better
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In reply to Post #1176
with time I'm sure she could be your 'ghoul friend' . . .
be just my luck to get a moaning myrtle.........
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