 Scary place when fishing!
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In reply to Post #1397
It was the vintage Matt, in all honesty I bought them from Tesco express in my usual hurry, where normally their stocks are around the 5% mark, and did not notice,
The rest is history, I think.
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In reply to Post #1395
Ahhh now you are leaving one key elemnt out of the story here Ray and that is which Westons you were drinking...?
If it was the Vintage at 500ml and 8.2% then I neither would have had a clue if I had finished the 4th bottle off or not.... 
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In reply to Post #1395
As a lad, I used to haul my gear on my Mums converted 'drag along' shopping trolley over 3 miles to my nearest club lake. There was no night fishing allowed then, and because of the distance, I used to creep out at about 2.30am, to get there well before first light.
On an almost moonless, overcast humid Summer night, I was on one of the long straight unlit road stretches of my journey that took me parallel with the M4 near Reading, and in the middle distance (around 300yds) I could have sworn I could make out a white shape moving on the other side of the road, as it got closer it moved across to my side, and appeared to be heading at me. By now I was starting to get a bit 'twitchy' , straining my eyes in the darkness to see what this thing was, at 50yds or so I could see it was definitely an animal of some sort and heading straight towards me. I froze not daring to move, my squeaky trolley wheels at a standstill, within less than a minute, a completely pure white Irish Wolfhound of massive proportions went silently passed me. I remained frozen to the spot for what seemed like ages, hardly daring to turn and look behind me for fear of some sort of attack, and of course, when I finally did, it was nowhere to be seen.
I'm not suggesting that this was definitely some sort of ghost Dog, but the weirdest thing is it didn't even turn to look at me, zero recognition of any kind at such close quarters, and it was completely silent of foot.
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Last night my beverage choice was four bottles of Westons cider. Whilst nearing the half way point of my fourth bottle, I would save one half of the bottle' incase I needed to wet my whistle during the coming night.
So nearing 11pm I bid farewell to fri and wished my rods all the luck,
Upon awakening at at 2.45 am sat, I reached for my bottle with glee only to find the bottle upright and empty......????wtf I thought......stay safe people.
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In reply to Post #1393
Fished a lake when I was 15 with a mate. One swim had a mound behind it and a tree with a low branch above maybe 8ft off the ground. Anyway on full moons I always thought I saw an old lady up there.
3yrs later after leaving the lake I saw a book on the village the lake was in... They used to hang people from the tree. Never ever will I go back there.
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In reply to Post #1392
maybe they finished smelling it while thinking of u and touching themselves and thought they wud return it in good working order
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In reply to Post #1391
I hate to think mate,but I'm glad I didn't hang around to find out !
Never did fish that lake again.
I always wondered why whoever it was left my keep net on the bank and didn't nick it,I guess whoever it was wasn't an angler.
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In reply to Post #1389
wonder wat he was doing with his hands while he was watching u 
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In reply to Post #1389
F***** weird that one mate, would make me not want to fish that again just because of the sheer weirdness of it, that someone is just watching you and waiting for you to go, crazy. 
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In reply to Post #1388
Back in the 70's,I would be about 15 at the time,I used to coarse fish a small lake near Ridgeway in Sheffield called Lower Skelper,a lovely little two acre lake right down in a secluded wooded valley where you usually saw nobody else all day.
My dad used to drop me off on his way to work and pick me up on the way home and I would fish all day on my own.
One day I had been fishing a few hours and caught a big roach of around 1.5 pounds and by far the best fish I had caught at the time. Into the keep net it went and I fished on.
Soon after I started to feel a bit uneasy and as if I was being watched,the feeling got worse and worse until I couldn't stay any longer as I was getting pretty scared.
Something or somebody was watching me,I just knew it.
I packed my gear but really wanted my dad to see the big roach,so I left my keep net in the water and quickly walked the half mile up the lane to the phone box at the top and rang my dad to ask him to come and pick me up as soon as he could.
He wasn't best pleased but an hour later he arrived wanting to know why his normally fishing mad son wanted to pack up early for the first time ever.
I told him why and we both went down the lane to the lake with him pulling my leg about being a big girls blouse.
When we got to my swim however there was no roach to be seen,the bank stick had been pulled out and my now dry keep net was laid out on the bank side !
I looked at my dad,he looked at me and neither of us knew what to say.
To this day I still don't know if my dad believed I caught that fish,he never said,but he knew wild horses wouldn't have made me pack up early without a very good reason.
They say you can feel when you are being watched.......I did that day,because whoever was watching me must have taken my net out and released that roach !!!!!!
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In reply to Post #1386
that girls got nipples u could hang ya coat on
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In reply to Post #1385
anyone had any more pant filling experiences recently
Seen kelly brooke in the papers recently if the counts
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anyone had any more pant filling experiences recently?
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In reply to Post #1382
PS if anyone is interested in this stuff ,and are down this way on holiday etc....
Check out the RAF Davidstow museum and memorial....you can go on a guided tour of the aerodrome ...very very interesting........
Its next to where they make Cathedral city cheese ,also part of RAF Davidstow,my best non fishing mate grew up in the old RAF hospital nr by ..................loads of history around here....
its not all about king Arthur .............................
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