Traffic Stop.

My routine migration down the Pennsylvania Turnpike and onto I95 was taking far longer than expected. The usual two hour trip was approaching hour three and I wasn't even halfway. Holiday weekend traffic. As I slowly lurched by accident number five I decided to get the hell off the highway and make a little traffic stop. Back in the fall, I scouted out a new carping locale. It is nicely situated halfway on the route and I like to save it for certain occasions such as this one. I made my way to the small lake and geared up for a quick fix. The carp were situated in the shallows amongst algae, sticks, and floating debris. Visibility being very low, I relied on reading the carp's body language to determine whether or not they inhaled my offering. The presentation had to be precise and on the nose. During my jaunt I was able to bring one small carp to hand before venturing back to the highway. The traffic now gone, I was left with a relatively open road all the way to my destination. Traffic averted.

Two Feeding Carp.

One Miller High Life.

A Curious Snapping Turtle.

On the Lookout.

Cruising Orange Koi.

The Reward.