Paranormal Fishing Stories

[GReb]

Nothing paranormal while fishing. Have had a few of those experiences though and am not a fan

 

I will say that I’ve heard some scary noises at night. Cougars will make you crap your pants real quick. We had a red wolve circle our tent one night. At one point his nose was a foot from mine. Just a thin tent between us. That wasn’t pleasurable 

[RHuff]

6 hours ago, GReb said:

Nothing paranormal while fishing. Have had a few of those experiences though and am not a fan

 

I will say that I’ve heard some scary noises at night. Cougars will make you crap your pants real quick. We had a red wolve circle our tent one night. At one point his nose was a foot from mine. Just a thin tent between us. That wasn’t pleasurable 

 

Did you go “Boo” and scare him off?? 

 

 

J/K I bet that was a scary thing..

[Troy85]

Mine isn't very exciting, but it was creepy in moment.

 

A few years back, I was going squirrel hunting with my brother and cousin. We were walking together though the woods to get to the area where we were going to split up and start hunting.  It was still about 15 minutes or so before legal shooting hours and pretty close to pitch dark in the woods.  I remember you could just see well enough to not trip over stuff, but other than that it was black.  We are moving down this mostly dry sandy creek, so we are about as quiet as you can be.  I heard this faint sound and I froze and said "psst", my brother and cousin both froze to listen.  When we stopped the sound got louder, it was something breathing and the sound was coming from right in front of us and it sounded like it was coming from eye level. Its hard to describe how it sounded exactly, the  I can best describe it was angry wheezy breathing, with some sort of growl mixed in.  I've been hunting my entire life and I've never heard anything like it.  We raised our guns, it was so dark that we couldn't see what it was that was making the noise. The sound started moving away and out of the creek and we could hear it snapping what sounded like some very large branches as it walked off.  All 3 of us had our flashlights in our backpack, so we never got a chance to hit whatever it was with a light.  I don't know what it was, but it sounded big.  I've heard we  have a few black bears around(I've never seen one though), so maybe that's what it was, either that or the mother of all wild hogs, but I've never heard a wild hog make that sound.  I guess I'll never know.

[bigbill]

We have a Blackbear problem now. I was getting in the car when a 150lb Bear was ten feet from me. I got out of the car raised my arms and screamed at the bear because the wife wasn’t in the car yet. We spotted him all summer. My dog goes crazy when this bear is nearby. One time he was on my front porch looking in the picture window nose to nose with my barking dog. Not good.

[the reel ess]

On 5/10/2014 at 12:24 AM, Pz3 said:

I want to hear some of your stories on the darker side of fishing. Stories of shadow people, ghosts, aliens, UFOs etc. Surely some of us have seen some strange things.

Like tonight. Doing a little canal fishing I use my head lamp to check the water for snakes and gators before I approach the shore. After looking around I kill the light.

Immidiately across the bank a figure appears kneeling down by the water. Looking at it hard I figure it has to be a shadow casted from grass or something. Kick the head lamp back on and look around. No grass is any where near the shore line and the figure disapears. Click the light back off and the figure is there again. Not only is it there this time I notice the shadow is reflecting in the water as well.

I continued to fish while watching and it never moved. There was no earthly way it was a shadow from grass or a tree.

Spooky!

Anyone else have some stories?

Ghost of Osceola

[the reel ess]

I have a stupid little unexplained mystery

 

I was catfishing at my family's lake house when I was maybe 12. It was raining so I cast my bait out, tightened up the line, set the rod in a holder and went to sit under shelter. It took a long time to get a bite. I finally did and ran down to set the hook. It was a strong one and put up a good fight. Suddenly the fight stopped but I could still feel some weight. I reeled up the bait and there was nothing but the head of a catfish on it, hooked in the mouth. And the head appeared to have been dead for a while, with glassed over eyes. My guess is, since I was using hot dogs for bait, a turtle had been cruising, eating a dead catfish, when it came across my gourmet meal and took a bite of it as well. I told my parents the story and they accused me of telling "fish tales".

[Arlo Smithereen]

I've never had any paranormal experiences, but it's not for lack of trying. I want so bad to believe. I fish a lot at night, and occasionally get spooked by noises, but that's about it, Unrelated to fishing, but in my line of work I occasionally work in places where people have died violent deaths. I call out to the ghosts/spirits/demons, I ask them to give me a sign, I tell them they don't scare me, so far none of them have ever showed themselves to me in any way. I'll keep trying though.

[Hook2Jaw]

@Arlo Smithereen what's the pay like in the necromancer field, if you don't mind me asking?

[Arlo Smithereen]

46 minutes ago, Hook2Jaw said:

@Arlo Smithereen what's the pay like in the necromancer field, if you don't mind me asking?

I don't know what that word is, so I don't know what it pays, either. My work involves cleanup of all different kinds, including suicides, etc. It pays pretty d**n well.

[TOXIC]

How about a positive story?

 

One of the most traumatic experiences of my life was losing my maternal Grandfather to leukemia.  He was 52.  I was in my teens.  I am 1 of 4 grandchildren.  Only child of his daughter and oldest of the four grandkids.  My maternal Uncle has 2 boys and a girl.  I spent every summer growing up with my grandparents on the farm in Iowa.  We lived in Omaha, Nebraska.  My grandparents went to Canada every year, Lake Lac la Ronge in Saskatchewan.  Back then you had to drive 150 miles of gravel road to get to the cabins they stayed at (Lindy's).  It was no cushy trip.  You had to split your own wood for heat and carry your own water.  The standing rule for the grandkids was that you could go as soon as you were old enough to pull your own weight.  I was the first and only one to make the trip before he passed.  He brought his own twin 35 hp Johnson motors for the deep v wooden boats used.  He had the same Indian guide every year.  To say it was a trip of a lifetime is an understatement.  We had shore lunch every day, we caught walleye, pike and musky by the hundreds.  We did a fly in to an even more remote lake by seaplane.  It instilled in me my love for fishing.  When he passed, I gave up fishing.  It was too painful.  Fast forward 25 years.  A neighbor prodded me back into picking up a fishing rod again.  We went every once in a while and I got interested in smallmouth wading on the Shenandoah river here in Virginia.  I had access to 3 miles of isolated riverfront and camped there often.  It was on a warm summer's morning, I woke up just before sunrise, gathered my spinning rod, put on my waders and headed out to the middle of the river in a heavy fog.  I could only see about 4 feet in front of me but I knew this section of the river like the back of my hand.  The river was perfect, the air cool, the current smooth, no wind and other than the sound of the river, there was beautiful quiet and calm.  Made a few casts, caught a couple smallmouth when all of a sudden I felt someone touch my shoulders as if putting their arm over them.  I don't know how I knew, but I knew it was my grandfather.  Just as sure as I sit here and type this I knew it was him.  No doubt in my mind.  I heard his voice and saw his smile all in my mind.  It was if he was standing right next to me.  I felt his joy.  Just at that same time, out of the mist and fog came a herd of about 15 deer wading across the river.  They didn't spook, they split and went around me on both sides, close enough I could have touched them.  As they disappeared into the fog, I found myself once again alone in the river with total peace and serenity covering me like a blanket.  From that day forward I was a fisherman at heart and to this day, every time I pick up a fishing rod, a little bit of that memory resurfaces and I smile.  Every time.   

[the reel ess]

1 hour ago, Arlo Smithereen said:

I don't know what that word is, so I don't know what it pays, either. My work involves cleanup of all different kinds, including suicides, etc. It pays pretty d**n well.

Aye Carumba!

1 hour ago, TOXIC said:

How about a positive story?

 

One of the most traumatic experiences of my life was losing my maternal Grandfather to leukemia.  He was 52.  I was in my teens.  I am 1 of 4 grandchildren.  Only child of his daughter and oldest of the four grandkids.  My maternal Uncle has 2 boys and a girl.  I spent every summer growing up with my grandparents on the farm in Iowa.  We lived in Omaha, Nebraska.  My grandparents went to Canada every year, Lake Lac la Ronge in Saskatchewan.  Back then you had to drive 150 miles of gravel road to get to the cabins they stayed at (Lindy's).  It was no cushy trip.  You had to split your own wood for heat and carry your own water.  The standing rule for the grandkids was that you could go as soon as you were old enough to pull your own weight.  I was the first and only one to make the trip before he passed.  He brought his own twin 35 hp Johnson motors for the deep v wooden boats used.  He had the same Indian guide every year.  To say it was a trip of a lifetime is an understatement.  We had shore lunch every day, we caught walleye, pike and musky by the hundreds.  We did a fly in to an even more remote lake by seaplane.  It instilled in me my love for fishing.  When he passed, I gave up fishing.  It was too painful.  Fast forward 25 years.  A neighbor prodded me back into picking up a fishing rod again.  We went every once in a while and I got interested in smallmouth wading on the Shenandoah river here in Virginia.  I had access to 3 miles of isolated riverfront and camped there often.  It was on a warm summer's morning, I woke up just before sunrise, gathered my spinning rod, put on my waders and headed out to the middle of the river in a heavy fog.  I could only see about 4 feet in front of me but I knew this section of the river like the back of my hand.  The river was perfect, the air cool, the current smooth, no wind and other than the sound of the river, there was beautiful quiet and calm.  Made a few casts, caught a couple smallmouth when all of a sudden I felt someone touch my shoulders as if putting their arm over them.  I don't know how I knew, but I knew it was my grandfather.  Just as sure as I sit here and type this I knew it was him.  No doubt in my mind.  I heard his voice and saw his smile all in my mind.  It was if he was standing right next to me.  I felt his joy.  Just at that same time, out of the mist and fog came a herd of about 15 deer wading across the river.  They didn't spook, they split and went around me on both sides, close enough I could have touched them.  As they disappeared into the fog, I found myself once again alone in the river with total peace and serenity covering me like a blanket.  From that day forward I was a fisherman at heart and to this day, every time I pick up a fishing rod, a little bit of that memory resurfaces and I smile.  Every time.   

That made me misty eyed. Just a beautiful experience.

[Deleted account]

None fishing, but I've had a couple of strange and odd experiences that I cannot explain, and I don't tell folks about cause they'd either wouldn't believe me or think me crazy or both. 

[Big Rick]

22 hours ago, reason said:

None fishing, but I've had a couple of strange and odd experiences that I cannot explain, and I don't tell folks about cause they'd either wouldn't believe me or think me crazy or both. 

Aw, man, you're crazy!  There's no way I would believe that!

[DomQ]

On 12/14/2018 at 6:30 PM, reason said:

None fishing, but I've had a couple of strange and odd experiences that I cannot explain, and I don't tell folks about cause they'd either wouldn't believe me or think me crazy or both. 

Spilllllll the beans!!!

[RHuff]

I’ve had beavers slap their tails on the water 10 ft from my boat in pitch dark... That’ll make you jump a time or two.

[scaleface]

On 1/3/2019 at 10:35 AM, RHuff said:

I’ve had beavers slap their tails on the water 10 ft from my boat in pitch dark... That’ll make you jump a time or two.

I like to catfish on a small river and those beavers do that a lot . Also sitting on a rock bar with a lantern and fire going , not being able to see past the lit up area ,  and then hearing foot steps on the rocks but not be able to see anything . 

[lo n slo]

i thought i saw Elvis one time when it was foggy

[FishTank]

For me the creepiest thing was a strip pit/quarry in a campgrounds called Dietz Lake near Centerpoint, IN.  There are several unmarked and untouched pits on the campgrounds.  We discovered this one hiking when I was a little kid.  It had a sheer cliff drop on one side of about 25+ feet to the water that was crescent shaped and it had a line of a barbed wire and field of sticker bushes on the other.  We cut a path to the pit on the side with the crescent so we could better check it out. We noticed if we stood at the edge of the cliff we could sort of see the bottom during the highest sunny part of the day.  

 

We brought some fishing line one day and dropped over 100 feet of it to lake and could see the spoon lure all the way down.  It was sort of like looking into a magnifying glass.  

 

As kids, we visited the pit often but none of us were brave enough to jump in.  It was always eerie there, no sound or wind or noise for that matter.   Then one day, around the 4th of July, we went to lake during mid day and the sun had cleared a section of trees over the water for the first time and hit it in way that caused us kids to term that day "Crystal Lake Day".  

 

What had happened, we found out, is that miners during the late 1800's had hit a natural spring pocket of super high alkaline water that would cause the water not only to be crystal clear but also deadly to anything that drank from it or touched for very long.  On the bottom were big pieces of crystal that looked like diamonds on the bottom when the sun hit it that day but it also reveled all of the dead animals that had sunk to the bottom. They were sort of embalmed by the water. 

 

So every year until I was about 16, we would gather at the edge of the cliff face around July 4th during the middle of the day and wait for the diamond lake to light up with all of the dead animals and watch in silence.  

 

 

 

[CrankFate]

I have no ghost stories, no UFO’s or paranormal stories. Had a run in with a tremendous black bear once, but when he came over to sniff at us, he wasn’t interested in eating us and continued on his way. I rarely fish at night, all the ghosts and UFOs come out at night

[Crow Horse]

Readers Digest version- Although I wasn't fishing, I was with my GF in the fishing section of a fair sized outdoor store. My GF is a sensitive (read psychic, medium, etc. etc.)  and it's not uncommon for us to have "paranormal" experiences. To both of us, we view them as SOP and are quite normal.

 

While I was looking at their lures, she announced that we weren't alone. There was a distinct cold spot that I even felt (it had nothing to do with their HVAC or drafts). I asked her to describe who was with us and she told me in great detail who he was  and why he was there. Apparently, when he was alive he used to stop in the store to drink coffee and shoot the breeze with the employees. She even knew what he passed from, lung cancer.

 

I found an older employee that appeared to have worked there a long time and asked him if there was a guy who used to hang out and drink coffee at the store. He replied there was and he described him but the descriptions didn't match. The guy he was describing was tall and the fellow that my GF was sensing was short and a little on the heavy side. I asked the employee if there was anyone else, maybe someone short. He then replied "Oh, that's so and so (I forgot his name) and he used to hang out here too. He went on to describe him and that he had  passed from lung cancer. The physical descriptions matched perfectly.......

 

At the launch site of our favorite pond, she sometimes "sees" anomalies and when she points them out I have on occasion have seen them as well. More often than not what I see is a "shimmer" or an obvious disturbance in the fabric of time and space. We also sense that we are being watched. That said, every time we go there, I leave a tobacco offering for the woods and another tobacco offering for the water and prayers of gratitude and thanks are said before I begin fishing. I do this every time as I follow Native ways...

[IgotWood]

I used to striped bass fish behind an abandoned asylum in Connecticut. Up north, striker fishing typically happens at night. We’d hike through the property at night to get to the beach. When you’re exhausted, standing in the water in the middle of the night your mind tends to play tricks on you. If you turn around you’ll see the building with a giant steeple standing against the moonlight. There are rumors about what took place here way back when. It’s a very eerie place to be at night by yourself. And it’s always very quiet foggy out there. You’ll sometimes hear some movement close by, but when you turn to look there is nothing there. It always drove me nuts being there. I always had goosebumps when I was there. If the fishing weren’t so d**n good, I’d have nothing to do with that place. The worst part is hiking out of there by yourself after a long night of no fish. 

 

 

[EGbassing]

6 hours ago, Crow Horse said:

Readers Digest version- Although I wasn't fishing, I was with my GF in the fishing section of a fair sized outdoor store. My GF is a sensitive (read psychic, medium, etc. etc.)  and it's not uncommon for us to have "paranormal" experiences. To both of us, we view them as SOP and are quite normal.

 

While I was looking at their lures, she announced that we weren't alone. There was a distinct cold spot that I even felt (it had nothing to do with their HVAC or drafts). I asked her to describe who was with us and she told me in great detail who he was  and why he was there. Apparently, when he was alive he used to stop in the store to drink coffee and shoot the breeze with the employees. She even knew what he passed from, lung cancer.

 

I found an older employee that appeared to have worked there a long time and asked him if there was a guy who used to hang out and drink coffee at the store. He replied there was and he described him but the descriptions didn't match. The guy he was describing was tall and the fellow that my GF was sensing was short and a little on the heavy side. I asked the employee if there was anyone else, maybe someone short. He then replied "Oh, that's so and so (I forgot his name) and he used to hang out here too. He went on to describe him and that he had  passed from lung cancer. The physical descriptions matched perfectly.......

 

At the launch site of our favorite pond, she sometimes "sees" anomalies and when she points them out I have on occasion have seen them as well. More often than not what I see is a "shimmer" or an obvious disturbance in the fabric of time and space. We also sense that we are being watched. That said, every time we go there, I leave a tobacco offering for the woods and another tobacco offering for the water and prayers of gratitude and thanks are said before I begin fishing. I do this every time as I follow Native ways...

what.

[FCPhil]

I went to my favorite tackle website...and then I found all these charges to my credit card...

[Sam]

On ‎12‎/‎10‎/‎2018 at 11:08 AM, Troy85 said:

Mine isn't very exciting, but it was creepy in moment.

 

A few years back, I was going squirrel hunting with my brother and cousin. We were walking together though the woods to get to the area where we were going to split up and start hunting.  It was still about 15 minutes or so before legal shooting hours and pretty close to pitch dark in the woods.  I remember you could just see well enough to not trip over stuff, but other than that it was black.  We are moving down this mostly dry sandy creek, so we are about as quiet as you can be.  I heard this faint sound and I froze and said "psst", my brother and cousin both froze to listen.  When we stopped the sound got louder, it was something breathing and the sound was coming from right in front of us and it sounded like it was coming from eye level. Its hard to describe how it sounded exactly, the  I can best describe it was angry wheezy breathing, with some sort of growl mixed in.  I've been hunting my entire life and I've never heard anything like it.  We raised our guns, it was so dark that we couldn't see what it was that was making the noise. The sound started moving away and out of the creek and we could hear it snapping what sounded like some very large branches as it walked off.  All 3 of us had our flashlights in our backpack, so we never got a chance to hit whatever it was with a light.  I don't know what it was, but it sounded big.  I've heard we  have a few black bears around(I've never seen one though), so maybe that's what it was, either that or the mother of all wild hogs, but I've never heard a wild hog make that sound.  I guess I'll never know.

Sounds exactly like a Rougaroux.

 

Or a Toolame cheerleader practicing.

[Crow Horse]

6 hours ago, EGbassing said:

what.

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