Fishing Tackle Shops in Monmouthshire

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Covering the following areas in Monmouthshire: Bedford, Bletchley, Bow Brickhill, Buckingham, Calverton, Cosgrove, Cranfield, Deanshanger, Hanslope, Lidlington, Marston Moretaine, Milton Keynes, Newport Pagnell, Newton Longville, Olney, Ravenstone, Sherington, Stoke Goldington

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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

Then the most remarkable thing happened. No more than 20 yards in front of us, the otter came up just like a seal, bobbing in the water and looking straight at us, as though it had never seen humans before and it was fascinated by what we were doing there.
‘It’s huge,’ I said. ‘No way is that the same animal we saw this morning.’
‘It’s a dog otter,’ Geordie agreed. ‘Definitely different from this morning.’
The otter kept watching us, although we never seemed to get any closer, despite the fact we were drifting. He must have been backpedalling to keep hi

The fish moved again, but this time it was a much steadier, more measured run. It came left, the line sliding across the top of the water, slicing through the surface like a cheese cutter and shooting spray into the air. It kept coming and Michael started to wade downstream to recover some line, because the fish was threatening to go beyond the dogleg and that could cause all sorts of problems. He couldn’t believe he was having so much trouble from a 5- or 6-pound grilse.
He wasn’t able to wade fast enough to keep up with what was happening, so his line was g

‘It’s huge,’ I said. ‘No way is that the same animal we saw this morning.’
‘It’s a dog otter,’ Geordie agreed. ‘Definitely different from this morning.’
The otter kept watching us, although we never seemed to get any closer, despite the fact we were drifting. He must have been backpedalling to keep his distance while he studied these strange people invading his watery habitat, and then, like the earlier encounter, he simply slipped below the surface and was gone.
‘I’m going to enjoy hearing you describe this one in the bar tonight,’ I told Geordie. ‘It