Me and a group of around 20 other people went out one late night around 11 pm to go do some catfishing. Got out to river, nobody was out there. We set everything up by the river, built a nice fire, and sat back to chat.

After an hour of no action, my cousin starting telling us a story about their pitbull named Chocolate, which he claimed that his older brother shot and killed it there. There was a dock about 50 yards away from us that he said that his brother shot and dumped the dog into the river. So when he was done telling us the story he began whistling into the night and began calling Chocolate's name. He was acting sort of stupid and we had a good laugh laughing at him. The name calling and whistling continue through the night for a good five minutes or so.

Suddenly, right when he stop calling for Chocolatewe were bombarded by dogs barking, which was coming from the dock, behind us in the woods, and across the river. It sounded like a fairly big pack of dogs barking nonstop. It lasted about a good 20 sec. It was very close to our group, very clear; no way you could have mistaken it for something else. Just as fast as it started, it ended just like that. Dead silence right after it, never heard anything.

The entire time there, not a single car pulled up. The only light there was from a few light posts in the parking lot and our fire.  We were out in the middle of nowhere.

Everybody in the group froze. I watched everybody at the corner of my eye as I was slowly packing my gear, not trying to make any sudden move. We all sat there silent. I finally broke the silence and asked if everybody was ready to go. We all got up and slowly packed all of our gears, trying not to panic and dash for the cars.

On the way home, the ride was quite. I kept running the incident over and over in my head. Questioning if that really did happen. To this day I still question it. Strange20 people witnessed it with me that night.

I haven't night fish since that night and probably never will.

Several years ago we got a new Assistant Pastor at our church.  At his first Mass he was giving a homily on Jesus calling His first apostles.  He got kind of fired up when he talked about Jesus calling James and John.  His voice raised and he proclaimed, "James and John. . . sons of Zebedee. . . SONS OF THUNDER!"

Right on cue lightning flashed outside and a trmendous clap of thunder hit us.  Father Tom looked up, grinned and said "Pretty good, huh?"

I wouldn't call it spooky, but it was pretty cool.

Me and a group of around 20 other people went out one late night around 11 pm to go do some catfishing. Got out to river, nobody was out there. We set everything up by the river, built a nice fire, and sat back to chat.

After an hour of no action, my cousin starting telling us a story about their pitbull named Chocolate, which he claimed that his older brother shot and killed it there. There was a dock about 50 yards away from us that he said that his brother shot and dumped the dog into the river. So when he was done telling us the story he began whistling into the night and began calling Chocolate's name. He was acting sort of stupid and we had a good laugh laughing at him. The name calling and whistling continue through the night for a good five minutes or so.

Suddenly, right when he stop calling for Chocolatewe were bombarded by dogs barking, which was coming from the dock, behind us in the woods, and across the river. It sounded like a fairly big pack of dogs barking nonstop. It lasted about a good 20 sec. It was very close to our group, very clear; no way you could have mistaken it for something else. Just as fast as it started, it ended just like that. Dead silence right after it, never heard anything.

The entire time there, not a single car pulled up. The only light there was from a few light posts in the parking lot and our fire. We were out in the middle of nowhere.

Everybody in the group froze. I watched everybody at the corner of my eye as I was slowly packing my gear, not trying to make any sudden move. We all sat there silent. I finally broke the silence and asked if everybody was ready to go. We all got up and slowly packed all of our gears, trying not to panic and dash for the cars.

On the way home, the ride was quite. I kept running the incident over and over in my head. Questioning if that really did happen. To this day I still question it. Strange20 people witnessed it with me that night.

I haven't night fish since that night and probably never will.

Mulder................is that you?!

My cousin died of cancer last june, and she always said, you know I'll get to Heaven when you hear the thunder hit.  It was drizzling on the day of her funeral and as we gathered around her for a final prayer after the service, a monstrous clap of thunder sounded.  It was the only bit of thunder during the entire day.  It reinforced my faith a little bit.

Me and a group of around 20 other people went out one late night around 11 pm to go do some catfishing. Got out to river, nobody was out there. We set everything up by the river, built a nice fire, and sat back to chat.

After an hour of no action, my cousin starting telling us a story about their pitbull named Chocolate, which he claimed that his older brother shot and killed it there. There was a dock about 50 yards away from us that he said that his brother shot and dumped the dog into the river. So when he was done telling us the story he began whistling into the night and began calling Chocolate's name. He was acting sort of stupid and we had a good laugh laughing at him. The name calling and whistling continue through the night for a good five minutes or so.

Suddenly, right when he stop calling for Chocolatewe were bombarded by dogs barking, which was coming from the dock, behind us in the woods, and across the river. It sounded like a fairly big pack of dogs barking nonstop. It lasted about a good 20 sec. It was very close to our group, very clear; no way you could have mistaken it for something else. Just as fast as it started, it ended just like that. Dead silence right after it, never heard anything.

The entire time there, not a single car pulled up. The only light there was from a few light posts in the parking lot and our fire. We were out in the middle of nowhere.

Everybody in the group froze. I watched everybody at the corner of my eye as I was slowly packing my gear, not trying to make any sudden move. We all sat there silent. I finally broke the silence and asked if everybody was ready to go. We all got up and slowly packed all of our gears, trying not to panic and dash for the cars.

On the way home, the ride was quite. I kept running the incident over and over in my head. Questioning if that really did happen. To this day I still question it. Strange20 people witnessed it with me that night.

I haven't night fish since that night and probably never will.

Sounds like you were punked!! Still a good story.

Me and a group of around 20 other people went out one late night around 11 pm to go do some catfishing. Got out to river, nobody was out there. We set everything up by the river, built a nice fire, and sat back to chat................

Sounds like you were punked!! Still a good story.

Ditto.  But good prank.