 Scary place when fishing!
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In reply to Post #1
I'm pretty sure I've never mentioned this before on here. It isn't fishing related but I've always known something wasn't right here due to the circumstances surrounding the event.
On holiday in the bahamas in 1992. Best holiday ever, right at the end Hurricane Andrew blows in from the atlantic. Airports shut down windows taped up tornado watch categeory 5 hurricane etc... Hurricane blows in around late afternoon, wind speed incredible much much stronger than anything I've seen in this country although I've seen gusts that are very strong over here, but during a hurricane they don't gust they are constant and the wind is so fierce the rain blows sideways. Seen tennis court type fences with the posts twisted up like pipe cleaners and loads of trees down. Even some stone walls had been part demolished and there was lots of flooding although we were lucky not to get flooded where we were. The pressure drop the day before it arrived was incredible. Went from being in a sauna type heat to a cool blustery day in this country.
Anyways the storm got really strong during the early evening and the wind was forcing rain water through the gaps between tightly screw closed double glazed windows. The hotel was only two/three floors high but was very luxurious. In one part facing into the slightly more sheltered but still very ravaged pool area there was a stairwell which enabled people from both floors to get down to the pool. The doors had a one way lock on them. You could open them from the inside but they shut behind you. To get back in you'd have needed a key or someone there to let you in. You could open these doors as they were facing west. Some of the other doors could not be opened due to the wind strength no matter how hard you pushed.
Anyways in the middle of the storm well after it had gone quite dark and with howling wind and rain outside while me and my dad we're watching the storm out of one of the windows - a young girl a year or two younger than me (I was 13 at the time) dressed like a tourist like us calmly walked along the corridor we were in, opened the door, walked outside and closed the door behind her. I looked out but I couldn't see where she went as my view of the stairwell she walked onto was very limited, I seem to vaguely remember maybe seeing her arm on the stair well side as she descended but that was it. I clearly remember both me and dad loooking at each other at the time completely puzzled as to why on earth she had done this, and why she didn't even look frightened. This was the time before mobile phones too.
I suppose it's possible that maybe she'd phoned a mate on the intercom in a room downstairs who let her in when she got to the next floor down. Maybe her parents got mad with her when they found out what she'd done, but she'd have to have been the coolest and calmest young girl in the world to have so casually walked out into all that, I mean it was a cat 5 hurricane in full force?
I've had a much more definite supernatural encounter in much more recent years but this one is one that always stays with me because I feel that if I could get the chance to relive the situation again I could have spoken to her and found out what was going on. That feeling of being so close to something that might/might not have been supernatural was very strange and the calmness of her actions remain oddly alluring even after all these years.
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In reply to Post #155
not so long ago me and my brother where fishing a lake with a small wooded erea behind us. at about 1 am my brother had a fish on while he was getting it sorted out we could hear something very noisey moving throw the woods close to us. it was to big for a fox or sanything like that. when we had put the fish back we went and tryed to have a look to see what it was thinking it was some one walking throw pissed up. we had one of these 1 million candle wot torches on full shining it throw the woods following the noise. we came out into the car park which was only a short distance from where we where fishing. we couldint see what it was. later that night we heard the same noise.
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In reply to Post #143
 now that is spooky as f×××
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In reply to Post #145
gr8 thread  never nite fishing again
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In reply to Post #152
 
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In reply to Post #150
ive just sat for the last hour and a bit reading all the post and im scared to go outside for a fag great storys keep em coming
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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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