ghosts

I've fished Hawthorn many many times on my own and had the good fortune never to have encountered anything like you say, but i've heard accounts of voices and figures being seen and heard in the bay and the dene.
As for them steps, yep they're a killer...:eek:
 
blackrat said:
THIS IS A TRUE STORY.

About two years ago, I was fishing a Seaham Badger on a Friday Night, which I think was due to end at 2am.
Decided to walk down to fish the Hive right in front of the viaduct. Arrived and set up my gear.
Nothing happened for a few hours. All I will say is that it had to be one of the darkest nights I have ever witnessed. No moon and not one other light could be seen on the beach. I was alone with nearest life form, ( and I use the term lightly ) was my girlfriends brother Farmer Conway,about half a mile in the farmhouse.
Got to about 11pm standing looking up at my tip light, when without any warning, a voice behind me said (and I quote). " YOU CAUGHT OWT SON". Jesus Christ I nearly swallowed my tongue. I immediately turned round illuminating my expensive headlamp, expecting to see someone only feet away, due to the loudness and clearness of the voice. NOT A SOLE.
I scanned the beach from left to right illuminating it like London Blitz Searchlight. NOT A SOLE. By now I was thinking. Bring it on. What can a ghost do to you. NOT.
I cut my line and if anyone has ever used the steps up and down the cliff face into the Hive (about 200' from top to bottom) then you know it ain't no picnic, well I ran up them kit in hand.
Now you can believe it or not, but I'm a 6'3" copper, and have played rugby against Wade Dooley and Dean Richards at their prime, and have come up against some mean ugly mothers in my job, but I ain't affraid to tell you. I S**T myself that night. I have been back on a night session, but not alone.
I have looked for an explanation into the incident, including wind passing through the viaduct, but there weren't no wind. What I heard was a mans voice giving the impression that he was feet away from me.
Did I get any sympathy off Conway or back in the clubhouse. NOPE
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Sounds very creepy like.

Never had an encounter yet with the other side but when I fly fished years ago i used to fish streams and rivers in the middle of nowhere for sea trout in the middle of the night on me jack. These places are totally isolated and take some getting to and all you can hear is the water trickling by and the odd rustle in the undergrowth. I'll be honest and say half the time I was s****g myself, never had a light either apart from matches to light a tab. I used to be looking around all the time, constantly on guard.
 
g.ordon said:
Sounds very creepy like.

Never had an encounter yet with the other side but when I fly fished years ago i used to fish streams and rivers in the middle of nowhere for sea trout in the middle of the night on me jack. These places are totally isolated and take some getting to and all you can hear is the water trickling by and the odd rustle in the undergrowth. I'll be honest and say half the time I was s****g myself, never had a light either apart from matches to light a tab. I used to be looking around all the time, constantly on guard.
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Were you looking for the bailiffs....:D:D
 
g.ordon said:
Sounds very creepy like.

Never had an encounter yet with the other side but when I fly fished years ago i used to fish streams and rivers in the middle of nowhere for sea trout in the middle of the night on me jack. These places are totally isolated and take some getting to and all you can hear is the water trickling by and the odd rustle in the undergrowth. I'll be honest and say half the time I was s****g myself, never had a light either apart from matches to light a tab. I used to be looking around all the time, constantly on guard.
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yes mate thats called salmon poaching lol:D:D:D
 
I always fish on my own, and some places do have a certain 'auroha' at night!
Cullernose, chems, dunstanbourgh to name a couple.
I'll never forget fishing the blast, years ago when the beach was stretched almost level between noses and hawthorne point. I was bang in the middle of the beach 1am, I was the only one there and with a good sea running had a few nice fish.
After casting out I looked up the beach toward hawthorne point, and in the moonlight I could see a dark figure on the beach near the waters edge. I paused and watched and could see whoever it was was walking toward me.
After a couple of minutes I was back at the waters edge landing a fish and looked up the beach, and sure enough whoever it was was closer, maybe 150yds.
I had my old Tilley going and was sat next to it watching my rods for a minute then flicked my miners lamp on to greet this person who was approaching! But as you've probably guessed there was no one there.
No way someone could have got past me without me seeing, and I stood ontop of the beach and scanned the area with my lamp, right up to the cliffs, nothing.
I've had other experiences, but nothing like this one.
 
i fished the beach in front of the smugglers pub about 3 months ago about 3 in the morning bang on low tide only one there was a big tide so miles away from the prom had a bite was holding my rod to feel for it then i hurd someone say owt doing marra? put the rod in the rest turned round no one in sight then about a hour later moving back with the tide was smoking my tab there was a massive gust of freezing wind on a mild calm night , packed my gear and was away lol
 
g.ordon said:
Sounds very creepy like.

Never had an encounter yet with the other side but when I fly fished years ago i used to fish streams and rivers in the middle of nowhere for sea trout in the middle of the night on me jack. These places are totally isolated and take some getting to and all you can hear is the water trickling by and the odd rustle in the undergrowth. I'll be honest and say half the time I was s****g myself, never had a light either apart from matches to light a tab. I used to be looking around all the time, constantly on guard.
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Brings back memories Gordon:)I used to do a bit fly fishing for seatrout,on the
rivers.The best time for them was darkness,so that's when i fished.The thing
that i could'nt get used to,was when a big fish jumped out of the river,close
to where i'd be standing up to my waist,and splashed back in.I used to think
it was the creature from the black lagoon,ower here on holiday..lawdy i would
just about manage not to fill me trousers! I could handle the quiet ok,but big fish or monsters jumping out.....nee good:o:D:D
 
I was fishing a comp years ago,and when asked where i intended to fish,i told
some of the lads,i was gonna try the dene."Ye'd best come away from there
before darkness",someone said,"or the viking'll ave yer".Apparently,the ghost
of a viking warrior,mooched about down there during darkness,and some
blokes would'nt venture down there,once the light was fading.Undeterred,by
these warnings,i set off on my merry way.Whilst walking through the middle
of the dene,i heard some bushes rustling,and noticed some movement to my
left.I stopped,and a bloke popped out from the bushes,smiled at me,and said
"hi",Alright mate",i replied,then carried on.A bit further on,another bloke came
out of the bushes,smiled and said hello,then disappeared back into the
undergrowth."Birdwatchers",i thought to myself,then carried on.I reached my
mark,set up,and proceeded to pull about 5 or 6 codling out,which it turns
out,would win me the match.
I walked back through the dene,in darkness,and was curious about this
viking ghost tale,but afraid,i was'nt.Anyway,i saw and heard nothing,and
went and weighed in."Canny bag there mate",said the chairman,who was
doing the weighing,"did you fish the dene?" "Aye a did",sez me."Did you see
the viking then?"he asked,chuckling."Nope,nee viking" i replied,"but there
were a few birdwatchers,mooching around in the bushes"."They're not
birdwatchers",he said,"they're shirtlifters,it's a well known meeting place
for those seeking a browneye rendezvous".Well,i have to say i felt a bit of
a shudder,as if the devil himself had stepped on my shadow,because the
thought of a spectral viking,chasing me with his broadsword,did'nt scare me,
but the thought of a botter,running after me waving his porksword,well that
put the fear of god in me....I never returned,although i have heard the plum
likes to erm...fish down there on occasion:o:D:D:D:D
 
I always fish the 3 shelves at Marsden and there's definately a ghost there, he was standing behind me last week, another thing is he farts and stinks, I even tell him that, he hasn't spoke yet but here's hoping.
 
wavy davy said:
I always fish the 3 shelves at Marsden and there's definately a ghost there, he was standing behind me last week, another thing is he farts and stinks, I even tell him that, he hasn't spoke yet but here's hoping.
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Thats Chappa Dave he is a man of few words.
 
not a ghost storry but i remember a long time back myself and rocketman fished horden beach one night on the way back to the car wee had our cap lamps on , on the side of a slopping cliff something moved , i shouted how rocker look at this, beleive it or not it was a big cat and i dont mean a moggy 2foot at the shoulder it was , i was fascinated its a puma rocket i said get a photo i said to rocketman there is a reward out for the fist recorded evidence , there was no reply from rocketman because the chicken sh..t had done a 100meter run under 9 seconds and this is a true story he could of left me be mauled by the creature thats rocketman for you
 
cod magnet said:
not a ghost storry but i remember a long time back myself and rocketman fished horden beach one night on the way back to the car wee had our cap lamps on , on the side of a slopping cliff something moved , i shouted how rocker look at this, beleive it or not it was a big cat and i dont mean a moggy 2foot at the shoulder it was , i was fascinated its a puma rocket i said get a photo i said to rocketman there is a reward out for the fist recorded evidence , there was no reply from rocketman because the chicken sh..t had done a 100meter run under 9 seconds and this is a true story he could of left me be mauled by the creature thats rocketman for you
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ha ha you have a bad memory, i spotted the greenish yellow eyes stalking us from the bushes it was following our every move as if looking for the weak one amongst us, and i know its hard to believe but cod magnet tripped me up on purpose with his tripod the dirty yellow tw$t, leaving me to my fate and legged it up the track to the houses screaming and shouting like a right tart, i managed to pull myself up off the floor was bit of a struggle as i was carrying his rucksack too as hes bone idol( seen more life in a sick note) anyway i managed to catch up with him as he was only 50yds ahead as hes right out of shape, and the soft ponce grabbed hold of my hand to help him run faster:o
anyway managed to get him safely back to the car he was in a right state, opened the car door and he jumped in without even taking his chest waders off, had traveled about 2 miles had the heating on as it was a cold frosty night , started to smell dog sh$t:confused: yes your right lads the dirty b$stard had filled his chesties with diahorea and thats the true version of the story
 
rocketman said:
ha ha you have a bad memory, i spotted the greenish yellow eyes stalking us from the bushes it was following our every move as if looking for the weak one amongst us, and i know its hard to believe but cod magnet tripped me up on purpose with his tripod the dirty yellow tw$t, leaving me to my fate and legged it up the track to the houses screaming and shouting like a right tart, i managed to pull myself up off the floor was bit of a struggle as i was carrying his rucksack too as hes bone idol( seen more life in a sick note) anyway i managed to catch up with him as he was only 50yds ahead as hes right out of shape, and the soft ponce grabbed hold of my hand to help him run faster:o
anyway managed to get him safely back to the car he was in a right state, opened the car door and he jumped in without even taking his chest waders off, had traveled about 2 miles had the heating on as it was a cold frosty night , started to smell dog sh$t:confused: yes your right lads the dirty b$stard had filled his chesties with diahorea and thats the true version of the story
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pmsl
 
Sitting here reading these stories am busting for the toilet but dare not go boys and for night fishing never again unless there are a gang of us with machine guns
 

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