Any Fishing Ghost Stories?

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  1. whiskers77

    whiskers77 New Member

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    With halloween around the corner I thought it might be fun to see if anybody has any fishing ghost stories to share. Please feel free to share anything at all, strange sounds, feeling of being watched, seeing something you couldn't explain, anything at all. I actually do believe that there are ghosts but haven't seen or had any experiences while fishing. I know that there are a lot of members here that have logged a lot of hours fishing day and night and some of you have had some strange experiences. In the spirit of halloween please share your stories with us.
     
  2. Dano

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    I love this time of year.:cool2:
    I live in bigfoot country. Near by town be giving train rides along the bayou talking bout BF and Ghost this month. Telling BF stories.
    I have come back from lake this time of year on old back roads leading to my house.
    Lots of creeks. Late in the night, fog coming out of woods from creeks, cold , Stopped to relieve myself at the bayou few times . Had painful sipper problems trying to hurry up and get the heck out of there after that smell and sound I heard. Not to mention the shadows and red or green eyes in the moon light sometimes coming towards me and sometimes watching me, maybe even running up to truck ,hear a thump on tail gate as I take off. True stuff. Kind of scary.:0a5:

    Run over something like a pig one night. Truck gages went nuts. I stopped to check truck out, until I heard something coming out of woods. It was pitch black. I didn't care what damage was done to truck. I nailed it out of there.:0a22:

    I saw Texas Chain saw M Movie and I live in an area that loves fresh jerky. I aint lunch. BF aint what scares me around hear. LOL.
    :dribble: :eek:h: :waaaht::tounge_out: :tounge_out:
     

  3. zappaf19

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    You can call me nuts but I sometimes drive by a family grave yard going or comeing back from the lake. There has been some nights that I see a lady walking thru the graves. I stoped once with my flash light and she was not there anymore. (I did not get out of my truck)
    Bill
     
  4. jailcop2

    jailcop2 New Member

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    I am into the ghost thing ,watch Ghost hunters ,Most Haunted ,etc . I 've never had an experience while fishing yet , but I did get some good footage at the Villiska Ax murder house .
     
  5. whiskers77

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    That is some scary happenings Dan, I don't blame you as far wanting to get through that area as quickly as possible. That thud on your tailgate would scare the **** out of me. Thanks for sharing your experiences, I love this time of year too, I've always enjoyed halloween.
     
  6. whiskers77

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    I don't call you nuts Bill, that is a freaky experience! It would be interesting to see if you took some pictures there at the graveyard with a digital camera if you could get some interesting pictures to show up.


    That's awesome, did you get pictures or video? It would be interesting to see some of that footage. I did a tour a few years ago of the Whaley House in San Diego, CA, took some pictures and there were some interesting orbs that showed up. It's a lot of fun to do those tours and listen to the ghost stories.
     
  7. IrishO'Brady

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    I know this sounds super rediculous...
    but...
    I was fishing one time and ended up being snagged on something that just wouldn't pull loose. After a minute or two of tugging mny rig started draggin the bottom back to the bank. When I got it back in it was an old old boot. Figured it had gotten down in the silt and mud and I finally broke it loose. It was brownish black with old black strings hangin down. I cut my line and went to the truck (no more than 15 yards away) to get a flashlight to retie my rig, since I was sure all the tugging had put a lot of strain on my knots. When I got back the boot was tied in a regular bow knot like you would tie your shoe( I KNOW it wasn't tied when I left ot go to my truck). I thought maybe somone had messed with me, but I was extremely close to my spot, and the bank was muddy, they would have had to have left foot prints( and there were none). It was spooky... I threw the boot in the water, threw my stuff in my truck and took off as fast as I could.
    I kept thinkin maybe all that tuggin was pulling it off a dead guys foot...
    A dead guy that wanted his botts tied.
    And thus the legend of the haunted boot... :sad2:
     
  8. buddah

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    Just the other day I went out fishing with my best pal Buck (my doggie) and was wading of the bank when all of a sudded I heard him snarl and saw hi hackle was up!? So I said "wahts the problem you krazy dog?" and he started pointing up to the treeline, I didnt see anything but he kept getting all worked up anyway so I was getting kinda paranoid cause my hole is kind of a jaunt out in the middle of nowhere, and so I yelled "HEY" not expecting an answer and I got a "HEY" back! I almost jumped out of my waders I was so spooked! here it was my friend Mike Decker! LOL I nearly soiled my waders I was so scared! LOL
     
  9. Love Them Cats

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    I don't have a fishing story, but I remember a time that spooked me?

    My Grandma had passed away and we were at the funeral home during the viewing.
    My kids were pretty young then.
    To the right of the room we were in, there was a little storage closet with a curtain that was half way open.

    My kids were over by the closet and they kept giggling, laughing and cutting up and I kept yelling at them to settle down. This went on for the couple hours we were there.

    When we got ready to leave, the kids turned towards the closet and started waving bye, and I ask them who they were waving at, and they told me Grandma.

    They told me that she was talking to them and playing with them when they were laughing and acting up.

    When they told me that, I got a cold chill all over and the strangest feeling I think I have ever had.

    Ken
     
  10. whiskers77

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    Great Story! I think I would have gotten out of there in a hury too!

    LOL, that is pretty funny but I'm sure you didn't think so at the time.

    Now that is spooky! Grandma just wanted a little more time with the kids. Thanks for sharing!
     
  11. smokey

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    I too lived and hunted in B.F. country but in Michigan.It was a cold day and I was hunkerd down in a ground blind near a swamp.I had sat there for about 5 hrs and the sun was warm on my face. I streched out and woke up just a wee bit after sunset.I opened my eyes and got my poop in a group, and moved ever so slighty.All of the sudden I heard this screem and the ground started to shake. Now I knew it was a deer, but for some reason I ended up back at the truck W/O hotseat, W/O stool W/O lunch sack and with my boots untied, and sucking air like a track star. Sure you laugh but I didnt endup B.F bait.. smokey
     
  12. Dano

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    I will have fun telling that story on bank to my Grand Kids and some scared adults. LMAO.
    Be careful what is tuging on your line late at night.

    :tounge_out: :cool2: :big_smile: :big_smile: :big_smile:
     
  13. zappaf19

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    Chris that is wierd I would of hit the road at a fast rate of speed.
    Bill
     
  14. IrishO'Brady

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    Yeah heh its an ongoing joke at my house now, that everybody hopes I might catch his pair of pants next time :lol:
    personally I havent been back to that spot, so I hope theres no chance of that :sad2:
    call me a ninny but I aint gonna do it-
     
  15. mikeskywalker

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    Me and my wife went to the opening night of the movie "I know what you did last summer " well im not into them movies to well so we watched it. pretty scary right well next morning i went fishing with my dad we were at the marina catching the crap out of the crappie i was at the end of one of the slips sitting on a bucket when all of the sudden a man ask's me how im doing i look up all i saw of him was his rubber boots and long rain coat next thing im in the water scared to DEATH and my dad and his friend laughing there @$$'$ of i didn' think it was very funny at the time .....incase you didnt see the movie the killer wore rubber boot's and a long raincoat i always ask my dad if any of his fishing buddies are going to show up .......
     
  16. zappaf19

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    Mike I am like you about the stab and slash movies. That had to be funny to see tho. LOL Thanks for sharing that story.
    Bill
     
  17. mikeskywalker

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    Funny but COLD it was october in Iowa
     
  18. Flatheadhunter33

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    This doesnt quite qualify as a ghost story but it happened to me when I was a kid and it is completely true. Once when I was very young my mother, brother and I lived in a section of Cleveland, Ohio that was pretty bad. Our home was broken into more than once. One night I woke up and and the house was very quiet and dark. For some reason I felt like I was being watched by someone so i reached my hand out behind the headboard of my bed which was near a door way. I swear to you all that someone touched my hand! Not soft or quickly, someone flat out grabbed my hand. I started yelling and screaming for my mom who came running into the room and I also woke up my brother. When she turned on the lights, there was no one to be found. For years, I slept with my hands and feet under my blanket. These days it's just too hot for that but I still wonder what the heck happened that night.
     
  19. whiskers77

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    :big_smile: Now I have to admit, that is pretty funny!

    Now that is scary! What a creepy feeling that would be to feel someone grab your arm and when you turn and look there is nobody there or no explanation of what you felt. That will make the hair on the back of your neck stand up!
     
  20. whiskers77

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    The below post is not my story, I found it on another website but it's a pretty good fishing ghost story so I figured I post it here in the spirit of halloween.

    In the spring of 2001, a 16-year-old boy, whom I'll call José, and three friends set off on a fishing expedition to a lake near their homes in Mexico. What they encountered on that strange day - and what happened to José - has puzzled and haunted them ever since. This is José's story:

    The wind was blowing quite strongly that spring morning, stirring up dust and creating a cloudy atmosphere. Three friends and I were going fishing. We set off on foot from my house to a lake that was about three miles or so away. The sun had just risen and the wind howled and combed the sea of dry grass that we walked through. We all carried the essentials: the fishing gear, of course, knives, food, snacks and a tent. We had planned to spend the night at the fishing spot, but with the north air whistling loudly and the dry dust beating our tired faces, we decided not to camp, but just fish for the day.

    On the way to the lake, we chatted about everyday things as we walked. After a couple of hours or so, we finally reached the lake. Unfortunately, the wind was still blowing strongly, and the dark lake rolled with violent waves that lashed the rocky shore ferociously. We walked around the bleak body of water looking for a good spot to fish, a task that lasted more than an hour.

    When we finally decided on the perfect spot, a gust of wind struck us so violently that one of my friends and I were knocked off our feet. My head struck a boulder behind me and I clearly felt the back of my head getting wet. I reached back and touched it, and was surprised to find no blood. I asked the guys to look and see if I was bleeding from or a cut or something, but they all answered that I wasn't. One of the guys even touched the spot on my head with a piece of paper, but no trace of blood came off. Strangely, the back of my head still felt wet. I passed it off as as just the sensation of the blow to my head combined with the chilly wind.

    We began to throw the lures and we fished for a few hours. We caught some fish and ate our lunch. The wind made it impossible to start a fire, and as the sun was hiding behind the gray, desolate clouds and the mountains, I suggested to my friends that it was a good idea to head home. They all agreed, so we packed up our stuff and started on the three-mile walk back to my house. That return trip turned out to be a bizarre odyssey.

    The return trip

    We had spent too much time packing up the gear and getting ready to leave. The sun had set and night was a few minutes away now. There was a road we could follow about 500 meters away from us, but the straight way was shorter, much shorter.

    The back of my head still felt kind of wet, and told my buddies I was not feeling at all well. I begged them that we should take the road, even though it was longer. In case something happened to me, we could flag down a passing car. But because taking the road would have added an extra hour to our trip, they neglected my demand.

    We continued and came to a small hill. We climbed it and saw, at the bottom of the hill on the other side, a man. He was lying on the ground, motionless.

    "He appeared to be dead..."

    I thought the worst, and we rushed over to see how he was. He appeared to be dead, and his body even began to emit a repulsive odor. He looked old, around five feet tall and was dressed formally. We speculated that he had been murdered and his body placed here.

    It was then that I distinctly felt someone touching the back of my cold head, and a strong gust blew.

    The old man suddenly opened its eyes! They looked orange or red orange, and they seemed to cry blood. He blinked two times and opened his mouth, filling the cold air with an unworldly stench. The back of my head seemed wet, really wet now, but I still did not feel any blood. My friends and I were so startled that we began to run like hell.

    Then the tattered clouds decided it was time to rain. The wind made the water so cold that it was painful to our heads and faces as we ran. We were still about two miles from my house, and it was getting dark. We kept running, confused and frightened.

    I heard one of my friends shout, "It's coming this way!" His voice was that of a horrified, crying young man. I turned around and saw the blazing red eyes of the little man "floating" at us like headlights. I tripped and fell again, but my friends kept running. I just curled up on the ground, closed my eyes and began grabbing stones, horrified.

    Then I felt the strong wind and rain hit my back, and the muddle covering me. I gathered enough courage to look back... and saw nothing. My friends had stopped about 100 meters ahead, had turned and were shouting at me in panic. I stood up and just as I lifted my head, my eyes met the staring red eyes of the old man. I was paralyzed and just stood there, gazing back at him. His eyes then appeared to look to the side, as if pointing me. The little man pointed to my right, and I began slowly walking in that direction. His eyes... it seemed to me then that they were not evil after all.

    I walked after this "man" for some minutes. He stopped and pointed at the lake. He looked back at me, just as the rain was stopping and the wind settled to a breeze. I felt an arm touch my back, then push me so hard that I fell and fainted.

    Strange burns and missing time

    When I woke up, I was in the hospital with second-degree burns. The pain was intolerable. The doctors could not explain how I was burned. I was told that a hunter found me on the mountain more than eight miles from that lake! I could not believe it, and still I can't. The hunter said he saw a light atop the hill and went to check it out. He claimed to have seen a metal disk in the air, hovering and then disappearing over the horizon. When he found me, I had signs of strange cuts, as if from knives, and I had a wound in my chest, as if I had undergone surgery.

    The day I had gone "fishing" was a Saturday, and the hunter found me on a Wednesday. When I was discovered, I did not have a shirt on and only one shoe. My friends claim they ran when they saw those eyes and then a mirror-like reflection of shiny metal on the lakeshore. They told my parents and many other people what had happened, but were ridiculed and blamed for my absence.

    They are horrified now, and so am I, wondering what happened that day.

    Postscript
    Since receiving this story from "José," I have asked him to verify the story and to give his current thoughts about the events of that day. His response:

    I have not told anyone about the disk. Only my friends know about that and they did not tell anyone. My burn marks, everyone thinks, is from a lightning bolt. Maybe it was, but my mind plays with me. I am not sure what happened. I am sure I recall seeing a disk, and the man with the fiery eyes was pretty weird. My other three friends also did see those things. One person we've told the story to thinks we were drugged or drunk. I am not sure what to believe, but the mark on my stomach was not caused by a rock or something. It is too precise to be accidental. I am somewhat skeptical about many things. Maybe it was a dream. I cannot know.