Fishing Lake in Darlington

Find a Place to Fish in Darlington

Find out where to fish – ALWAYS BEST TO GIVE THEM A RING – search for the best places to fish near you, local fishing spots, using our fishing lakes directory.In addition, learn more about species that can be caught in these waters as well as places to buy fishing tackle, licenses, equipment etc. from our friendly experts listed here.

UK Fishing Lake

The Carrs Angling Lakes, Carlton Village, Stockton-On-Tees, TS21 1EB
Tel. 07855 219066

The Durham Fly Fishing Co, 14 Claypool Farm Close, Hartlepool, TS27 4QZ, Cleveland
Tel. 07904 278889

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Covering the following areas in Darlington: Barnard Castle, Bedale, Bishop Auckland, Catterick Garrison, Crook, Darlington, Ferryhill, Hawes, Leyburn, Newton Aycliffe, Northallerton, Richmond, Shildon, Spennymoor

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Fishing Lake Reviews in Darlington

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You will find short extracts from Amazing Fishing Stories on each of our directory pages. There is a link to buy the book on our book page.

Short Extract

‘I know what’ll cheer this lot up. Just keep heading straight as you go.’ He then went out on deck and made for the cold box at the stern.
The Japanese were all awake now and talking excitedly about the marlin, looking at the pictures on the camera and seemingly as happy as though they had caught the fish themselves. They were even happier when Don came back into the wheelhouse a while later, carrying a wooden board covered in thin strips of raw fish, with a bottle of soy sauce and a tube of wasabi paste. He was clearly experienced at dealing with this sort o

Peter looked up and across to the other side of the loch. In the darkness, in the middle of that wilderness surrounding Bharp, there should have been nothing more than the silhouette of the landscape against the western sky. There certainly should have been nothing remotely linked to human activity, because he was certain that he was the only one out after sea trout, and there was nothing else for anyone to be doing there at that time.
A line of flickering lights was moving slowly across the horizon. Peter said later that, although he was a long way from what

‘Baitfish!’ stated the skipper. ‘There are predators underneath pushing them up on the surface. Just what we want.’
The fate of the bonito now became clear. They were whipped out of the tank, their flanks were slit with a knife and they were impaled and tied to a big-game hook and cast over the side. The whole process was rather gory and the deck was splattered with blood, in stark contrast to James’s face, which, after witnessing that operation, seemed distinctly paler under the tan he had gained in the bush.
James was the first to get a strike when a mag