This really is quite interesting! To my own astonishment I'm coming up for 60 and I've never fished from a bivvy or a tent - not once. I started-off night fishing as a 13 year old feeling rather chuffed to have a brolly for shelter. When it rained it kept me dry, and when it didn't I was able to fish and look around; this way I was able to detect the subtle stirrings of margin-cruisers and surface feeders. I could watch the night sky: shooting stars, passing birds, wind-blown trees and, just once, a mysterious light which simply couldn't have been of Earthly origin. The air was fresh under my brolly, and when the wind blew, I felt it on my face. When the mist rolled in I covered my legs with a blanket, congratulating myself on being fully-equipped. I'd watch unsuspecting foxes coming along the bank, and herons landing in trees close to my swim. My mode of fishing worked well so it never did occur to me to change - why would I want to deprive my senses of all this wonderful activity? Only last year, fishing on a Colchester club water, I was approached by one of the regular carpers out for a stroll. He assumed I'd be leaving that evening but I told him I'd be fishing until Friday, three days away (I wish I could have video'd this...) He looked at the beautiful, new, big, dark green brolly-with-sideflaps I'd satisfyingly erected to fit my swim, and the positively luxurious Kevin Nash 'day-chair' I'd positioned to the rear. He'd have seen my water-carrier and kelly kettle, my cool-boxful of bait and grub, my blanket and the small radio I sometimes listen to through ear-phones in the wee, small hours.
"Where you staying then?" he wondered, looking around for some alternative accommodation he may have missed, "where's your bed?"
Well in the nicest possible, bemused way, this ****** me off a bit 'cos I'd spent hours on and off standing back and admiring my home from home; I'd never known such luxury! "Where do you sleep?" he persisted, and I told him that my main purpose at the lake was to catch fish - not to sleep! When I DO eventually drop-off it'll be there...just there in that seat! The look on his face was worth a mint!