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In reply to Post #149
i was also reading a carpology article and it was talking about places when fishing and it said frank warrick (i think) said he found a human skull when he was setting up and when he waided into the water he found the rest of the skellington by stepping on its ribs it said that was on lake raduta
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In reply to Post #148
I heard about a public lake in france where the local scum have found there is a market for carp gear
THIS IS SCAREY 2 Dutch carp anglers were going to fish this place for a couple of weeks
The first guy arrived on the friday afternoon and loaded his boat up and boated out to the swim fished the friday night
his pal didnt arrive until untill late Sat and so he just put up a brolly and slept under it untill the morning well that WAS the plan around 0300 he heard some noises then he saw 3 French lads 2 of them had large sticks they got either side of the bivvy door then the 3rd one stood by the rods and shouted quick quick come quick Luckily the dutch guy shouted and told his pal stay inside they waiting to cosh you this gave him time to arm himself with 2 stainless banksticks they had a good fight and manage to beat them off they stayed up all night and packed up in the morning
apparently the following week a dutch angler wokeup to find his zodiac missing and his rods ect
France has some very dodgy places
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In reply to Post #145
 if you feel threatened enough to take a knife fishing with you maybe you shouldnt be fishing that place
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In reply to Post #144
i was doing a 24h sessoin on my local res and it got to about 2am when i woke up to what i thaught to hear a person running or hopping down the dirt track 3foot behind my bivvy and i curled up in my bag untill i heard it again the exact same noise so i picked up the 9'' hunting knife and looked out side whilst i went for a piss and i could barley see my rods from 3 foot away becaue of the mist but i woke up at 7am the next day and talked to my mate who was fishing down the bank and he said he could hear creaking all night from what he thaught to be someone walking up and down the wodden walkway behind him.
only been back there once after that but on the otherside of the lake 
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In reply to Post #122
lol very funny 
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In reply to Post #141
i do love scary stories and to be honest its all good fun...as i used to work as a ranger around the n.devon area i have seen some wierd things in the night all of which i know how to explain,but i do like the floatings nuns etc what people see..i have only one story which i cant explain and this is it..
i was out watching for deer poachers one night on a moor fairly close to where i live..when a woman who was dressed in what i would call normal outdoor clothing circa 1970's came up to me..now this woman was proberly in her 50-60's so i thought nothing of the older clothing..she continued to ask me where she was as this was very late and very dark..now im on a road sat in the 4x4 so really the only thing i asked her was "why she was out so late walking on her own"..she didnt reply to this and i continued to tell her where she was etc..to that she said "thank you " and off she went..now when telling my fellow rangers the next day at the normal meeting..i was inform that this woman has been seen by many before and she got lost on the moor and died in the 1970's...
now i cant explain that............. 
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In reply to Post #1
The scariest night I ever did was on a day ticket water in Suffolk. I'd never been to the lake before and found I had to drive 15 mins or so from the main road down dirt tracks through farm land to get to it. This was ok arriving in the day light but once it got dark as the only angler on the lake I began to feel pretty cut off. It was proper pitch dark (as dark as youve ever seen it) and a cold misty frost started to settle. I got into the sleeping bag early (as you do) but was woken by the sound of somerthing moving around behind the bivvy, I tried to ignore it but it got louder and louder until curiosity got the better of me and i decided to investigate. I had a good look round with the head torch but saw nothing so got back in the bag, probobly rats. I couldnt get to sleep so lay peering out of the bivvy door. It was then I noticed way off in the distance the faint glow of headlights which ever so slowly were getting closer and closer. The dirt track only led to the lake so this car was coming my way. I couldnt help thinking who the bloody hell would be driving out here at this time of night, surley not another angler? there was no way of setting up in this darkness. I armed my self with my rubber mallet (like that was gonna help) and watched the car drive straight up to my swim and shined its full beam right through my bivvy blinding me and lighting up the whole lake at the same time. All I could think was I was gonna get battered and have my gear nicked. I heard the door slam shut and prepared myself as the big silohette approached me 'got your ticket mate' it was the poxy bailiff !! I told him how he had ***t the life out of me and he said ' dont worry no one ever comes out here at this time of night, your in the middle of nowhere!) exactly, I thought. Feeling A bit reassured I watched him drive off into the distance and settled back down for the night. I just startied dozing off when I heard something rustling round the bivvy again I lay there for a couple of minutes to see if I could here anything and as I did 2 peircing green eyes peered around the bivvy door .... I s*at myslef !! what the f**k !! I had to know what it was !! It shot off as I launched my self out of the bed chair and gave chase. I found curled up in the bushes behind the bivvy a black cat, green eyes glowing like LED's. Its nights like that that make me wonder if Im completeley mad night fishing by myself .
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In reply to Post #138
I went to a local lake about 3 years ago with my mate to have a wander around and have a chat with a few of the guys,when we got there a bloke with a shotgun loosed a couple of rounds off and sent his dog in over someones rods to fetch a mallard,i was straight in for the kill saying"what the feck do you think your doing it's no shooting on here"to which he replied"i'll shoot where and when i like"I duely remonstrated with him in colourfull language and argued him to a standstill,when he left my mate, Mick turned to me and said"you tit,you could have got us shot then"never even occurred to me
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In reply to Post #138
i had a badger swim across a river wreck my swim( lines and rods dragged all over), stood in front of me, shock its self, sort of barked and wondered off!! that was a bit freaky at 4 in the morning!! 
ron..
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my freind told me a story about, him and his mate fishing a day ticket one summer evening, and at 2 o clock ( apparently witching hour) he had a run, played the fish, netted it all fine, and pictures takes, it was only untill the pictures were developed that, what seemed to be a ghostly person came closer and closer each snap, untill it was standing right behind the angler!!!!
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Cmon Guys Any More Scary Storys
I like reading them!! 
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In reply to Post #133
i have just sat down for about 1 hour and 40 mins reading through every comment in this thread. great thread but quite scary. i was looking forward to going night fishing this year, but maybe not as much now 
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In reply to Post #131
anymore stories lol
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In reply to Post #129
Unless your martin bowler - then youve got scooby and the rest of the mystery gang to protect you
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In reply to Post #127
So there I was. I turned up at this lake in the middle of the night, only to find a load of discarded tackle with one rod attached to the prized fish in the lake. Result, cracking fish and a complete carp set-up to boot
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