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One of the mere’s in Shropshire spooked the hell out of me once. I had fished this swim many time and never had any problems or heard anything untoward..
To get into the swim involved two hikes in chesties with gear (on your head) through sludge/silt and basically a bog of stinking crap. Huge bramble bushes and trees surround the place and it is well away from any public pathways.
I only had the brolly with me (guesting time) and a bed chair + essentials.
I was fast asleep at around 8pm only to be woken startled at midnight with the sound of branches snapping behind me (real loud cracks) there were bushes rustling as if something big was running towards me so immediately I was wide awake with my heart pumping.
Knowing I had these two boggy areas between me and the pathway I got out to look, well I peaked round the side but as soon as I stood up the noise stopped and it was back to the deadly silence that we usually get down there.
A little worried what the noises were I finally dosed off an hour or so later and forgot all about it all until 2 am, you know when you get the feeling that your brolly is about to be blown over and you reach up to stop it flying back?
Well I woke up and raised my hands as I felt the brolly going but I was too late and missed only to be clattered in the head and leg as the bank sticks hit the front of the bed chair before the whole lot landed some 20yards away behind me.
Now I am seriously wide awake and stood up just looking at the state of the place at the same time as crapping myself and looking all around me.
There was not a breath of wind and no sound of the culprit which shifted the brolly.
It got me thinking for all of 2 minutes. Could it be another angler trying to put me off?
No animal could pull a brolly of that size over.
I sure didn’t knock it 20+ yards behind me so what the heck was it?
I didn’t think about it any longer 2 minutes was enough as by now I was seriously scared and just wanted away from the place. I just grabbed the two rods/ buzzers and left everything else there and fled back to the car and of home.
I returned around 11am that day with a mate to collect the gear and hide it elsewhere. Only footprints in and out of the bog were mine. No branches were broke in or behind the swim so even to this day I still have not got a clue what it I sure as hell wont be fishing the swim again.
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In reply to Post #60
no i was to scared to do anyfing  
i fort i was going to get some kind of ritual done on me just for finding and reading the leter lol
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In reply to Post #59
did you inform the old bill?
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In reply to Post #58
me and a mate went to do a nite on a local water a few years ago.its abit dodgy at the best of times for geting your tackle nicked to we were always abit on edge.
apon walking down to the lake we saw a few lights in the woods next to the lake that looked like candles flickering.you cant fish from this part of the lake so me and my mate fort thats abit weird so stoped for a moment and looked and listened.we heard a voice talking.it sounded like they where talking to them self.
me being about 13 and my mate 14 at the time we where ****ing are self so desided to go home.the next day we walked down to the lake and had a look round in the woods where we had seen the lights.there was a sheet lay on the floor with candles on it a packet of sweet a hair brush and a package in the midle of it.it was brown and tighed up with string.it had a banna sticking out the side of it.we thought thats weird so opened it up.there was a leter in there wich looked like a lady had wrote.it was wrote in ritual tipe style going on about how she was heart broken and was going to kill her husband 
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In reply to Post #57
i think it was the first trip to ddi with my mate speedy in peg 14/15.it was about 2or 3 in the morning after a pleasant evening on the beer we decided to turn in.(our own bivvies)b4 u start 
i was rolling a good night fag  .when out of the bushes,not more than 10 feet away was the weirdest fecking sound iv heard,
now i watch nature programmes and normally arent alarmed by any animal or noise it makes,but this sound put the *****s up me,i can only describe it as a fecking large cat hissing
armed with my arsenal bat i sat on my bed like a little girl,grabbed the walkie talkie and convinced my mate to come and have a look to see if we could locate the source.
to his disgust i was still zipped up in the bivvi when he got to me and didnt undo the door til i heard the footsteps outside,i did give it a few seconds just incase whatever was out felt a bit peckish,,,well iv got a daughter to think about
we had a look about but found nothing,in the process creating enough noise to wake the dead(or to frighten it off)mark took the piss and we smoked the fag together,quickly followed by several more.
in the morning i shared my experience with bernard and he also took the piss saying it was just a wild bore,but with my knowledge of animals,that was no fecking sound a bore makes let me tell you,
needless to say i was well armed every night after and accidently left small chunks of meat by my mates bivvi without him knowing 
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In reply to Post #51
Mr Bump - reckon I know what park lake you are on about - the platform through the woodland sounds familiar. Soooooooo many dodgy tales about that place, human sacrefices, voodooo **** etc.
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In reply to Post #55
the one time you dont want them to go of they will go off! 
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In reply to Post #54
where i fish i would be surprised if they went off.lol 
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In reply to Post #53
you would be gutted if your alarms went of
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In reply to Post #51
mad story m8,lol
ive always thought-that they cant see me,so f**k em,i have adjusted my night sight so ive got the upper hand so to speak-ive fished a park lake were ive been no more than 10ft from the local old bill-and they couldnt see me in the night,but i saw them easily walking up the bank-thats always reassured me whilst fishing alone.
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In reply to Post #51
Local glue sniffer 
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In reply to Post #46
have been fishing a park lake where you can 'guest' one area by jumping over a hidden away gate and fishing from a platform. all the banks round it are unpassable woodland so quite a cosy and isolated spot.
you can't bivvy up as it's a platform but not worth it anyway as you have to set up in the dark and scoot off by 6am to miss the park police's early round. you're a little bit on edge as not meant to be there, but on the plus side neither is anyone else..
on a pitch black sat night at 2am I thought I heard someone way off down the bank and the hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood up. on closer listening after a minute or so with my heart now thumping it actually sounded like a horse making it's way through the dense vegetation down the bank towards me. now, that was no usual route for anyone to take so something was up. there are never any horses about so could only think it was a particularly determined angler that was also coming to guest and completely lost his bearings and was struggling with his tackle through woodland.
I beeped the alarms and shouted hello to let them know someone was there, but they continued to make their way slowly along, ripping through the dense undergrowth.
it always seems far louder at night of course but in the middle of nowhere you do wonder what sort of person is walking through the undergrowth, not being in anyway subtle about it.
I had about 15 minutes of listening to the noise getting ever closer and ran through several options in my head wishing I never read Chris Yates stories about Redmire ghosts. Rationally I knew it wasn't an angler as they'd be more in tune to alarms and would have shouted back, plus no one else ever fished it anyway, but I also decided a killer probably wouldn't make so much racket and would take a more subtle approach, then again it could be police trying to catch me out.....arrrrgh just hurry up and get here
Facing the fact I was pretty much cornered and didn't fancy a jump in the lake to get out of a situation I grabbed the stainless bank stick and stood just out of sight off the little pathway from the woods that they would eventually make it through to. Thought the element of surprise would enable me to get the upper hand in the event of having to kick off.
The crashing got ever louder but then finally stopped dead quiet for a few moments. I heard something drop over the fence and come softly padding down the pathway towards me, who or what the **** was it coming towards me?
I waited til they were walking almost up to level with me and then silently slid out into sight.
I saw someone immediately crouch down and try to hide behind a bit of fence no more than 5 yards away
like in a cartoon when an elephant tries to hide behind a stick the daft **** almost made me laugh out loud it was so riduclous
slightly relieved he was obviously now ****ting himself more than me, I asked 'What are you doing?'
then someone who I can only describe as being a bit like my dad (but not) in a short sleeved t-shirt with something in a white carrier bag rose up and sheepishly replied
'exploring'
'Exploring?! You're not meant to be here' was all I could think to say it was so random, but he was already running back the way he came into the woods.
I was pretty relieved as although I'm 6' 2" and may have looked intimidating in a hoodie holding a metal bankstick I'm basically as hard as a leaf.
Thought about it a lot and absolutely **** knows what that character was upto. no way was he a carper, on his todd walking through thick undergrowth on a cold night in a t-shirt with a plastic carrier bag (head shape inside..) through brambles? Just weird.
I didn't sleep a wink as he might have made noise for Britain on the way in, he did not make a sound going out the way he came in. Not a sound.
I always rely on the fact that when you're out in the night on your own in the middle of nowhere any nutters will always think you are more mental than they are.
think that theory worked thank god.
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In reply to Post #49
Any chance it's too many spirits in your bivvy hic.... 
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In reply to Post #47
It's probably the ghost jumping in to get his head.................or maybe Jason trying to get out the lake
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In reply to Post #47
otters ? creature from the black lagoon perhaps
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