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Scary place when fishing!
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buddi

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#103 29 Sept 2008 at 7.56pm

In reply to Post #101
absolute class

Baitman

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#102 29 Sept 2008 at 2.10pm

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yer eejit.

Singlebleep

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#101 29 Sept 2008 at 1.50pm

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This goes back about 25 years ago.

I was in Germany and a group of us had arranged a sponsored fish-in for a local charity. Because it was for charity the local lake owner let us fish through the night, as normally there was no night fishing allowed.

We set up and were fishing quite happily as night descended. I had baited up with maize and maggots and was catching pasties with the odd double figure fish coming along. The lake was an isolated one with no lights anywhere around, and it was a dark night with little moon showing. After last light went, a mist enveloped the lake and was literally swirling round our feet, just like in the movies. There was a wood right behind us with the bank literally 4 feet from dense fir trees. As you can expect there was a lot of scurrying, twigs snapping and even grunts from the animal life which the German woods teem with. Everything from deers, wild boars down to squirrels and mice. Quite spookey to say the least.

It must have been about 2 in the morning when my indicator shot up to the top of the rod and the line satrted to scream off the spool. I struck, felt something on the end then seemed to lose it as I hit a weed patch to the front of the swim. I swung the bait back in when something in the woods behind me grabbed me round the neck with its cold clammy slimy hands and started to strangle me! I could smell the rotting grave smell and feel the fingers tighten around around my neck. I gave out an almighty yell (my mates said it was a scream) as I fell off my seat and the horrible slimy ghost let go of me. My mates came running to see what the hell was going on, slightly wild eyed as I had really shat them up big style.

The torch revealed the whole truth. I had hooked a bootlace eel about two and a half foot long which on being hooked had swum towards me so I didn't feel it on the line properly , thinking it was a bit of weed. As I swung in the bait, the extra weight had made my timing out as I swung it in, so I missed it with my hand and the eel hit my throat where it instinctively coiled itself round my neck! Coupled with the spookey surroundings a cold, slimy, smelly eel round my neck had triggered off my panic detectors big style!

My mates thought it was hilarious although it unsettled a few of them for a couple of hours. Me.....a generous helping of Scotch went down as I sat in my mates swim and lost all interest in fishing for a while.

Baitman

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#100 29 Sept 2008 at 11.30am

In reply to Post #99
many years ago i was fishing the match lake at yately. nothing was doing, so went for a mooch around the copse lake. gorgeous lake, lots of features, and found a couple of thirties swimming over a very shallow bar. i sat watching them for a while, and though i may as well move over onto the copse, as it was empty and id seen a couple.

gear all set up, bait and rods out, then laid on bedchair, reading.
had a litle kip, then woke for a slash about 1am. sat back on bedchair, under brolly, thinking how silent and soooo dark, lovely.

noticed some movement in the water, ripples coming from my left, where there was a small bay with a big overhanging tree.
i watched for a little while and could hear the odd bit of fishy movement, so took my torch and went for a nose.

i couldnt see my feet without the torch on, so with the light just on the ground i made my way around to this little bay and stood against the tree waiting for some more movement. everything was so quiet, and it was great creeping around such a seemingly secret little pool.

after about 10 minutes of standing silently there was no fish movement, so i was just about to move back to the brolly when i heard the crack of a dry stick behind me.
i froze, and tried not to breath, listening for some more movement...
no more noises, but i was certain something or someone was there, and not too far away!

i got the torch and pointed it towards where i thought the movement had come from. i was going to turn it on, but no idea what happens then!
i turned the torch on, and two eyes lit up about 10 yards away.
i dont know who was more scared, me or the deer! it stood for a few seconds, and then realised it was spotted, and just trotted off into the wood.

nice to have a close encounter, and glad there was a sensible explanation!

MrBump

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#99 29 Sept 2008 at 7.45am

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fished til about midnight on the river loddon last night. mist descends about 10 across the fields, in the middle of nowhere and I was thinking about the story with the german. great.

swore to myself I wouldn't read this thread again..

joshjones

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#98 28 Sept 2008 at 2.02pm

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did a nite last week after reading this.had a few bream and lost a carp.lake to myself and its known for the odd spook and people geting there tackle robed.after every take i just stood there looking around for abit to see if i could see anyfing

--HertsCarper--

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#97 28 Sept 2008 at 1.39pm

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the dump bowmans. Was doing the night with a friend and some pikeys came down and beat up the guy next to me!!

Achey

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#96 28 Sept 2008 at 12.23pm

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also anyone whos fished with Pimp when he has wind will tell u thats a bit scary , not so much sounds from beyond the grave but it definatley smells like something from beyond the grave muwahaha

Achey

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#95 28 Sept 2008 at 12.20pm

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Ive never had any spooky experiences while fishing unfortunately but once i was fishing the lake at leigh park gardens near pompey when i was about 15 with my cousin and a friend. we was set up on the island there ,for those that know the place , i was set up in the first swim from the bridge and my cousin and the friend were set up a few swims down. so about midnight or so i was in their swim havin a few beers and a laugh when we were aware of someone coming across the bridge. as he came nearer the light we saw a tall skinheaded fella in combats walkin towards us. we assumed he was another angler due to his dress and bein next to a lake and thought he`d come for a chat or to ask for help with a pic or something.......that was until we saw the dirty great knife in his pocket and quite a bit of blood covering him. at this point we all thought " what the f*@k does he want?".so up he walks all shifty and starts chattin to us and eventually asks if we wanna buy some chickens. we`re like " no thanks m8 its ok we got no money anyway" so he says we can have one for a can of lager. so we were still like "we dont want any chickens but gave him a tinny so he would bugger off. so then he asks us if we want a GOAT ffs.Then he tells us he had been over the kiddies farm thing on the other side of the road to the park and he got the chickens, then he saw the goat and tried to garrotte the poor bugger but his garrotte snapped in the struggle and he cut its throat , hence the blood all over him. we didnt see the goat so i dunno if that was true or what but the blood was real enough. eventually he went on his way after that awkward silence that means u want who ever has freaked u out to p*ss off.so hes gone and weve watched him go over the bridge , tho he hung around the other end of the bridge for a bit but then disappeared into the night. we were pretty well psyched right up by this time and we shone my m8s mega candle power spotlight torch onto the bridge and along its length for the rest of the night to see if he came back and at some point we saw him again moochin around on the other side of the bridge but he didnt come back over. eventually i went to crash out in my bivvy up by the bridge to the warning of the other two about him comin back in the wee hours to get me etc etc and if the truth be told i sat on my bedchair tense with a 2 inch penknife in my hand till it started gettin light again haha. speakin to people after this apparantly this bloke is know for livin in the woods around the park and is reputed to be a bit on the mentally fragile side. definatley a night not to be forgotten lol.

petethecrip

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#94 28 Sept 2008 at 10.16am

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a true story

this is a true story that happend to some freinds many years ago, i have related the story on another thread but for those of you that never read it here goes, i suppose i was in my early thirtys the bivie and alarms had just come onto the market , at the time i was fishing the now famous birch grove with a freind called george, my freinds were fishing on another lake just up the road from where we were fishing the freinds concernd are still alive so i shall keep their names out of the article to save them any future imbarsassment we were awoke in the early hours of the morning by our two freinds who were in a very distresed state and very frightend and over a cuppa this was thier story, our one freind was awoken to the sound of his alarms going and thinking he had a run got out of his bivie but standing by his rods was a man it was a moonlight night and the man was pulling my freinds line and activating the alarms but this man wore skins and had a sword by his side as far as my freind could relate he had long yellow or fair hair my freind shouted at the said man and he vanished in front off his eyes. on hearing the noise his pall came to see what was up he was about to tell him the story when all hell was let loose there was the sound of steal upon steal shouting the sound of horses winning and galloping by but they could not see a thing they vacated the lake and left their tackle where it was and came down to us and would not go back until the next day, on going back they saw the local farmer and told there story to him, he was not suprised and said there had bee numerous incidents over the years and across the fields from where they fished were some old burial mounds the said freinds who are now in there seventys have never since fished that lake and when young were not easy to frighten but this incident did happen and some members on this forum will know where i am talking about, and one of the mods has actualy fished the said water i have tried to relate this story to the best of my ability and every word is true i dont no if my freinds were on the place at the wrong time and heard somthing renacted from years ago, but the place is steeped in history so ends my story

MrBump

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#93 27 Sept 2008 at 6.53am

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can the mods now delete this thread please I'm scared

Paul82

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#92 27 Sept 2008 at 6.18am

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I got permssion to fish an old French estate lake a few years ago when i worked in France, had a look round during the day, had an old estate house which had fallen into bad repair and nature had started to take hold of it again, looked like it hadnt been lived in for years, walking round it you could see it had taken quite a hammering during the war as all round the granite windows were bullet hole splats. The grounds were also in a right old state, but evidence that it once was a splendid French Chateau. It had a cracking lake and it didnt take long to convince me to fish the place when i saw dark shadows just below the surface, no swims however so i spent a bit of the afternoon clearing an area for later on that evening, funny thing was i had the feeling that i was being watched, but thought nothing of it as i was busy preparing the area, i did take a look and listen in the surrounding wood but saw and heard nothing.

Came back around dusk and set up in the swim i had prepared, got the rods out and a brew on the go, settled back to soak in the atmosphere with a nice bottle of wine and some local cheese. I must have dropped off because i awoke quite suddenly with a strange feeling which seemed to envelpoe the whole bivvy, hairs sticking up on the back of my neck and a coldness you would only get during those winter nights. outside the bivvy was pitch black and deathly silent, no wind no night noise nothing, i stepped outside and had a look around and again felt that i was being watched the same as the afternnon before, mind playing tricks i thought and crept back inside the shelter and thought i would geta brew on the go, out comes the lighter and it wouldnt light just sparks flying from the flint, thats when i saw the face, as i sparked the lighter that initial glow of instant light illuminated a grotesque face which was unmistakenly that of a german soldier as it had the helmet on and what appeared to be a long collared coat, it was peering straight into the door of the bivy, man i thought my heart was going to pop. i launched myself out of that bivvy and legged it back to the lane i had parked the car and off i went no stopping. Returned the next day when the sun was high and as i approached the bivvy i could see that it had been trashed, rods all over the place, stuff rooted about. As i packed up i told myself it must have been an animal Boar or something but as i walked away with my stuff i could feel those eyes watching me from somwhere. Never went back and i later found out the old Chateau had housed a crack german unit which had died to the last man during the invasion of france there bodies burried in the woods surrounding the lake. Never would go back there no way.

dippa

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#91 27 Sept 2008 at 0.30am

In reply to Post #87
Mmmmmmmm...interesting story Dave.
Yes, the picture is interesting, and no, it's not my reflection!
I found the beauty of Redmire second to none but at night, like you say, it goes so quiet and black, but having said that, I didn't give that sort of thing a second thought on the night in question. I got into my bivvy, into the sleeping bag, and watched the rods for a while. Then, I woke to feel like my whole body was in ice. This was a summer night! Shivering and with an intense feeling of foreboding, I literally ran, no kidding, down the track to the car, got in, locked the doors. The hairs on my neck stood up when a shadow went past the car with no sound on gravel/floor, I put the radio on, stuff the battery going flat, and shut my eyes tight for the rest of the night. There was only Len and I on the lake, and the next morning Len said he'd been ill in the night and had never left his bivvy. It has an atmosphere all of its own that's for sure. I had done quite a bit of night fishing prior to that experience, and had learned to recognise the normal night sounds and animals, this was a different kettle of fish (scuse the pun) all together...and I had no idea of Redmire's spooky past either at the time.

Muzz

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#90 26 Sept 2008 at 3.08pm

In reply to Post #89
I can safely say that if any of these were to happen to me I would empty the contents of my bowels into my sleeping bag. I think id have to think hard about doing nights for some time. Especially if something like the story about the infant ever happened

bourbon82

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#89 26 Sept 2008 at 1.13pm

one from about 7 years ago.........
i was fishing with my old mate elmo over harwood hall lake in upminster essex and we decided to turn in for the night so i walked the two swims back to my brolly leaving him in his tent. well as i was dozing off i heard a blood curdling scream of a young female possibly a girl followed a very short while later my phone rang and els was ****ting himself (i wasnt honest

) asking me if i heard it and as soon as i confirmed what i heard the scream happened again only it seemed worse than the last one

. we ended up in a row because i refused to leave the brolley and go sit in his swim so i eventually dozed off. i woke up a short while later and as it was light i walked up to his swim to find him missing but his tent was still up which was confusing and as i had no credit i couldnt call to see wtf he was playing at so i went about packing his gear up when my phone rang to say he was on the main road where it was safe

it turns out that he heard the screams again whilst trying to wake me up to sit with me but i would not wake up so he just ran to the nearest streetlights

no idea where those screams came from but they were far from pleasent and i for one would not like to be in that situation ever again


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