The Black Water session 3

With an early arrival to get settled in with a couple of hours darkness and with home built and the kettle fired up 2 rods were cast to the clipped up spots on the plateau i fished the previous session, i used small tangerine sized bags of crumbed B1 with the ever consistent B1 scud combo on the business end of the simple blow back rigs. The 3rd rod was walked down to the little bay and cast underarm out into 3 feet of water around 12ft out on a Scud fished on a simple pop up rig.
At first light the previously forecast south westerly sprang up and put a heavy chop on the surface making fish spotting nigh on impossible, with only seeing one or two possible shows  among all the jack pike strikes it was time to get some free offerings in on top of the rigs and to sit on the hands and be patient to see if the fish would come to the rigs.
The day passed with little attention to any of the rods and my thoughts were turning to the change in wind and if that had affected the fish behaviour, the decision to move was bouncing around in my head, i had planned to try and stay put on each session, with it being limited time compared to my normal style of angling. By early evening id decided a night on the plateau was the right thing to do so i stayed put and refreshed the rods in readiness for darkness.
Soon after dark the wind dropped off and the lake was still, a superb time for seeing and hearing the fish but to no avail, i heard nothing and saw nothing show. Having had such an early start, tiredness was creeping in and an early venture to the sleeping bag was made, with the expectancy of a rude awakening at any time. To my surprise i woke a little after first light to a misty lake but a day promising pleasant weather.
With daylight had come the south westerly again, pushing passed me from left to right. I was soon to be surprised by two other young anglers arriving in pursuit of the carp in the lake, previously i had only seen the occasional pike angler. They set up on the high bank opposite and proceeded to cast 3 rods tight into the island with the other lad casting 2 rods tight to the left hand end. Around 40 minutes later the elder of the two young anglers came round to see what bait i was using and if i had caught anything, I impolitely asked him why he had left his rods unattended over such a large distance I made it obvious i was not impressed and tried to explain to him the lack of respect he had for the residents in the lake. He was uncaring so i made it quite obvious i was not going to continue with any conversation with him and he left me.
Mid afternoon came around and the lad received a take off his right hand margin rod and proceeded to play the fish for a very long time, eventually he managed to land it and hauled the fish up onto the bank and to his waiting mat. After a few minutes my friend and i were starting to worry about the fish as the lad still hadn't dealt with it and it had been out of water for some time with no moisture, my friend ran round to give some help, the lad was struggling to get the hook out. In seconds it was unhooked and the fish was lifted in the net, the lad then proceeded to clamber down 5 ft of steep bank when he slipped and fell landing on the fish. After he sorted himself out and stood precariously above 7 ft of deep water he wet the fish again and clambered back up the bank. As he was trying to lift the fish for his trophy shot the lad dropped the fish and it flapped its way off the mat, bouncing down the 5 ft of bramble and rocky bank side to slap back into the lake. I couldn't believe what i was witnessing. Once my mate was back round we chatted about it and both of us were in shock, sadly  it was the pristine common i had banked a couple of weeks earlier.
Late afternoon and the two lads were just leaving the lake when 2 other anglers arrived and proceeded to question us about the session, we kept pretty quiet and i don't actually think i spoke to either of them. 20 minutes later would see them setting up, malleting bivvy pegs into a bank of 45 degrees, leaving them a near sheer drop to the water and their rods.They were soon joined by a 2nd pair of lads who set up adjacent to the others but one swim down, out came the mallets again. Just before dark the party kicked in with half a dozen guests gathering around the 2 bivvies and with lights flashing and screaming giggly girls our session came to an abrupt end.
Having had the first 2 sessions to ourselves on the lake this was a real shock to the system, this is not the sort of place i would ever fish, the dilemma is to shift the session to a midweek or give it another couple of sessions as arranged and see how it pans out. I'm sure autumn is due to hit us in a big way soon and hopefully it will sort out the true anglers from the party anglers.