Fishing Lake in Swansea

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UK Fishing Lake

White Springs Fishery, Garnswllt Rd, Swansea, SA4 8QG
Tel. 01792 885699

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Covering the following areas in Swansea: Aberaeron, Ammanford, Boncath, Burry Port, Cardigan, Carmarthen, Clarbeston Road, Clynderwen, Crymych, Ferryside, Fishguard, Glogue, Goodwick, Haverfordwest, Kidwelly, Kilgetty, Lampeter, Llanarth, Llandeilo, Llandovery, Llandysul, Llanelli, Llanfyrnach, Llangadog, Llanwrda, Llanybydder, Milford Haven, Narberth, Neath, New Quay, Newcastle Emlyn, Pembroke, Pembroke Dock, Pencader, Port Talbot, Saundersfoot, Swansea, Tenby, Whitland

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Fishing Lake Reviews in Swansea

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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

‘Nice fish,’ shouted the skipper from the wheelhouse. ‘About 60, 70 pounds.’
The other guest was next to take a fish, a carbon copy of James’s sailfish and one that met a similar fate. It was then Peter’s turn to be strapped into the fighting chair and it wasn’t long before something big hit his bonito bait. He leant back into the fish and waited for another spectacular tail-walk across the surface, but that didn’t happen this time.
Instead, the fish stayed deep, feeling very heavy and powerful.
‘Could it be a marlin?’ he asked.
‘Might be,’ said one

Thank goodness for elephants! There was a shout from someone at the other end of the boat and I turned to see a big herd emerge from the trees. The young ones led the charge, running as fast as their tired legs would carry them and practically diving into the river in their frenzy to drink. The older animals seemed more cautious, especially with us humans watching them from the cat, which the guide had gently driven into the beach so that we were stationary. But then the whole herd reached the river. We were literally surrounded by drinking elephants and it was

because there was silence in the coracle, except for the noise of the rapids as they sped through them.
Steve’s idea of a Ferrari was very apt. The fish towed them much faster than the river’s flow, so that they literally tore through the first rapid like a speedboat, through a short pool, then into a second, boulder-strewn shallow reach where the inevitable happened: the line became entangled round several rocks as the fish picked a route between them. Steve was desperate that the line shouldn’t chaff on the boulders, but Saban and Bola controlled the coracl