Fishing Lake in Newport

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Yet-y-Gors Fishery & Campsite, Yet-y-Gors, Fishguard, SA65 9RE
Tel. 01348 873497

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Covering the following areas in Newport: Abergavenny, Abertillery, Blackwood, Caldicot, Chepstow, Crickhowell, Cwmbran, Ebbw Vale, Monmouth, New Tredegar, Newport, Pontypool, Tredegar

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‘Christ, Bill,’ Michael muttered at last. ‘I knew he was big, but that’s just bloody ridiculous!’
The fight went on and on, but just when Michael sensed the fish might be tiring, the river suddenly began to rise; the hydro plant had sent down an extra foot of water, so the increased flow turned the advantage completely back to the salmon. It was also harder to row the boat upstream, so Michael took the oars for a spell and gave the rod to Bill.
It was now that the fish, perhaps spurred on by the increased water, changed its pattern and, instead of keeping

‘Please, God, just one salmon or a decent sea trout, please!’ he said out loud.
He passed one of the other boats with the angler in the stern playing a salmon, but he could not stir any interest with his own offerings, not even the smallest of trout coming to the fly, let alone anything big and silver. Then 5 o’clock arrived and there was nothing left for it but to collect Herr Schmidt and take him ashore. It had been a good career…
There wasn’t just one now, but two eels squirming in a plastic bag that had once held garden peat. As eels went, Patrick ha

A heavy weight sank into David’s guts. ‘A ghost? Whose flipping ghost?’
‘If it’s who I think it was, he was a guy called Herbert Tattershall, who used to fish this beat for sea trout years ago.’
David stared at him. ‘So how did he die?’
‘He drowned. It had been raining up in the headwaters, apparently, but not down this far, so the theory was that the river came up without him really noticing it in the dark. When he stepped off the bank into the neck of the Meadow to start fishing, he was swept away. He was nearly 70, so he just wasn’t strong enough to