Fishing Tackle Shops in Stirling

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Fishing Tackle Shops: If you have a fishing tackle shop in Stirling please contact us for your free listing here. If you were searching for a tackle shop in Stirling or any of the following areas, please let us know who you go to for your tackle. We got hacked and lost all the info so we would be very grateful for your help in recreating it.

Covering the following areas in Stirling: Broadway, Droitwich, Evesham, Malvern, Pershore, Tenbury Wells, Worcester

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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

When the pictures were developed they were classics: Mark with his wild professor’s hair and the goonch all piggy eyed, bizarrely whiskered and menacing. But Mark couldn’t quite fix the man-eater tag to his ugly protagonist. While it would never displace mahseer as the Indian fisheries jewel, he couldn’t help having a sneaking admiration for the misunderstood monster.
ARCTIC SALMON AND ICEBERGS
An iceberg was responsible for the most famous maritime disaster of all time, but you wouldn’t normally expect one to play a major role in a salmon-fishing trip, ev

Gagan produced a large lump of mutton, which Mark impaled on the hook. They then waited for the fire to do its work, until it was time to kick the remnants into the river, just as had happened yesterday.
‘Be ready to cast out your bait,’ said Gagan, ‘right into the middle of the fish. One of them will most definitely take the sheep meat.’
In went the charred timber and what was left of the sheep, the pungent smell of burnt mutton pervading the air. Mark waited, poised for the action to start.
Nothing happened! The wood floated away on the current and th

The first thing George noticed was that Peter’s local forecast had turned out to be accurate: the wind had, indeed, swung from a cold easterly into the warmer south. Even so, the surrounding hills funnel the wind down the Delphi and swirl it round Finlough, making boat handling and casting very difficult in stormy weather. Peter was a past master at holding the boat’s drift, but George’s first cast was intercepted by a sudden cross-wind and collapsed in a spaghetti heap a few yards in front of him. He muttered under his breath a heartfelt what the hell are we do