|
One night I was fishing the end of a cobble beach where the vertical rocks begin. At very low tides you can wade out in front of the rocks and cast from there. At this particular area there is a small cave like crevice carved out at the base of the rocks which has always struck me as kind of erie. Well I’m standing there casting for a few minutes on a very warm night and all of a sudden I feel this really damp chill come over me and a few seconds later get an overwhelming smell of pipe tobacco behind me. I wheeled around and nothing was there but I know that I smelled tobacco smoke, no doubt in my mind. This really freaked me out and I pretty much ran back to the truck and haven’t fished there again since at night and I actually got chills just typing this.
Earlier this season Luds48 and I were standing on an overlook area that looks down on this same area and we both saw what looked like a ghost right out of the movies walking on the rocks. We both agreed that something was there and had to go in for a closer look (you feel a lot more comfortable and brave when not alone). Well we only had to take a few steps closer until we could tell that it was actually a woman wrapped in a sheet walking around on the rocks while her husband was soaking bait out of site from where we were originally standing. You see some crazy stuff out there at night.
|