Night time fishing fright
A few years ago, myself and my brother were having a night time eel fishing session at a flooded quarry not far from where we lived. Course, there were the old rumours of the 2 kids drowned by the depressed dad in the water and the odd summer drowning but as sensible adults we didn't believe in ghosts.
So, we were sitting there on our camp stools in the poor but strangely warming glow of an old paraffin lamp, talking shite, drinking beer and generally just passing time until the bite indicators went off when this HUGE white ghostly shape floated out of the darkness and over the top of us. We fell off our stools, hearts going, sphincters loosening.
Was it a ghost? An apparition? The last echoes of a poor departed soul?
Was it fuck.
It was a heron with wings spread wide, probably as shocked to see us as we were it.
(Darth Thump, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 16:06, 4 replies)

Ha ha brilliant
I had something similar happen with a barn owl
(Smale is stuffed, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 16:39, closed)

i am a heron. i ahev a long neck and i pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. if you dont post this comment on 10 other pages i will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 16:43, closed)

I've clearly read too much B3ta today...
... I read your title as "Night time fisting fright!

Good one, however, even with (or perhaps because of) the lack of fisting.
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 16:53, closed)

Oh, i don't know....
"night time eel fishing session"?????

A euphemism if ever I heard one.
(localboy purveyor of pisspoor puns, Thu 13 Sep 2012, 17:24, closed)