Last summer my father surprised the family by packing up the SUV with our camping gear, fishing poles and sleeping bags; then we headed to British Columbia for the week. We found a nice campground on Okanagan Lake. We spent most of the day setting up the camping area. I found amusement watching my father setup the tent. He had tent poles sicking up every which way, and because he forgot the hammer he had to use a tire crowbar to bang the tent stakes into the ground.
I went to gather firewood near the waters edge. I found a piece of drift wood up near the shore as I approached it I remember seeing the signs in town about some sort of monster that lived in the lake or something or another. I wasn’t scared I just was cautious as I grabbed the drift wood and started back to the camping site.
By then my father had the tent in place and had just finished setting up my own tent. It was blue and much smaller than the origional tent but I my sleeping bag fit and I still had some room to place my radio and such.
I got a good fire going and we cooked some hotdogs that we bought at the local gas station. We bought too many packages and because we had no refrigerator we went ahead and cooked all 2 packs of hot dogs. I was sick of hotdogs.
The next morning we were to go fishing. We just went into town to get some worms. Then headed out to the lake. I decided to do some fishing near where I had found a piece of drift wood the day before. The water looked calm and deep, and it was like a small cove or something. I popped the lid on my coke can and started drinking it. It was a little hot out so I put my hat on and listened to my ipod as I fished.
When I fish I am not in a hurry to catch anything, I figure I have bait and a bobber so that should do the trick. If a fish comes by then fine otherwise the bobber is just going to float around until it gets near shore if the wind happens to carry it. Which in my case was what kept happening so I decided to bottom fish without the bobber.
I casted out the line and reeled it in some so that the line was snug against my finger. The sun was in my eyes so I just looked down.
I was there about 10 minutes when a shadow appeared on the ground around me. I heard some splashing and looked up.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “I saw a creature with a long neck and I could clearly make out flippers.” I was not more than 100 feet from this creature. It started to swim up back and forth catching my line in the process. My line started feeding from the fishing rod. The creature was about 20 feet long, not as big as I thought it was suppose to be. “It had something in its mouth. It continued to swim up and down a amazing speed for about 2 minutes then it dived under the water.
At this time my line was still feeding. I started to reel in the line when all the sudden the line just snapped. I looked out over the water looking to where the creature was. I slowly walked up to the shore, see I wasn’t scared I was just being cautious. I was about 1 foot from the water and continued to lookout into the water. I was looking really hard at where the creature was. I was still wondering what was going on or what I had seen. I scanned the open waters…but the creature was gone… perhaps it headed out to deeper water.
I never did catch a fish that day but I had one heck of a story to tell, not that anyone believes it.
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It was a Sunday in Summer of 2009 went I first saw Ronky with my own eyes. I had heard stories of Ronky here and there, They had come to me in Whispers really. The History of Ronky has been a well kept secret for Hundreds maybe Thousands of years. I had spent weeks watching this lake in Lake Ronkonkoma on Long Island in New York State. This day I was driving around going past one of the many Parks and Beaches around the lake. While I was going North on Lake Shore Road I saw something in the water out of the corner of my eye, but after weeks of watching this lake I thought it was just someone out on another blow up raft and didn’t really think much of it !