Cold enough for hell to freeze over but silly kayaker still gets stuck on Potomac island; required chopper rescue

Rescue personnel spotted the stranded kayaker submerged to his waist and clinging to a rock to avoid being swept downstream in the swift moving water. The 54-year-old male victim was about 75 yards off the Maryland shore. Due to the 35 degree water and 25 degree air temperatures, fire department rescuers on the ground coordinated with the crew of Trooper 3 to hoist the victim from overhead to safety as quickly as possible.

Don’t come home from drinkin’ with arson on your mind…oh A-S-H-L-E-Y…please don’t burn the place down…

Don’t come home from drinkin’ with arson on your mind…oh A-S-H-L-E-Y…please don’t burn the place down…Oh, A-S-H-L-E-Y, Don’t set your bed on fire!

CALIFORNIA, MD. – Ashley couldn’t hold her booze too well, apparently, when she came home from drinking, St. Mary’s Sheriff Tim Cameron reports she entertained her family by barricading herself in her bedroom and attempting to set her bed afire. It could be that Ashley simply likes her bed HOT.

Sunday Fishtackular: Here’s to fine wines and tight lines

The sunset was magnificent! The sky was lit all around the horizon with a multitude of colors and cloud formations. It could have been the best sunset in the history of the world. As we marveled at the beauty, New York City was preparing for two feet (or more) of snow. Not only was my wife happy, she is also presently enthusiastic about helping me finish our big electric powered, handicapped accessible catamaran to share the joy of wine and bait sunset cruises with our friends and handicapped heroes.

Sunday Fishtackular: Cap’n Larry Jarboe’s sure-fire fishing tips

For those of us who must stay through the winter, there is an excellent opportunity to catch fish that are both good to eat and will bite in the coldest of weather. Blue Catfish are prowling the fresher portion of the Potomac River above the Rt. 301 bridge and most of the other rivers that feed into the Chesapeake. Fresh cut bait is the ticket to guarantee a cooler full of these fish that have no limit or season placed upon them. White or Mud Shad and Alewives are my favorite baits for big Blue Cats. However, getting these baits fresh this time of year has proven challenging. Forget about using these baits if they have been frozen. If you’re going to brave the chill, you want to fill the cooler. That means you must have a bait the brutes are willing to bite on.

Southern Md. Police Beat: Cat fight in the Ranch Club leaves one in trauma center and one in jail

Cat fight in the Ranch Club leaves one in trauma center and one in jail

LUSBY, MD. — The wild and wooly regions deep in the Chesapeake Ranch Club community of Calvert County, Md., are a dependable source of crime news in Calvert County with drugs and alcohol usually a factor in shootings, stabbings and violent struggles as individuals struggle for dominance over their friends, family and sometimes – strangers.

Culpeper Police Beat: Drunk and Not Neighborly Geezers Dispute Included Knives, Bats and Guns

At about 8:36 PM CCSO received a report of shots fired and someone hollering at the same address. When Deputy Burgoon arrived, he found Woolen’s pickup vandalized- with the windows broken, the tires slashed, and the headlights knocked out. During his investigation, Burgoon recovered a wooden baseball bat used by Burrell to break the glass. Burrell reported that Woolen threatened him with something, and he reacted by getting a butcher knife and swinging it at him. Burrell was arrested for attempted malicious wounding, destruction of property, impersonating a law enforcement officer, and false report to a law enforcement officer. He is held at Culpeper County Jail without bond.

Southern Md. Police Beat: BRAWL AT FUNERAL ENDS WITH FLIGHT TO TRAUMA UNIT

Funeral Party Decided to Fight It Out at the Graveyard; Nearly Gave the Deceased Some Company as Metal Pipes and Baseball Bats Were Employed

Drayden, Maryland – St. Mary’s Sheriff Tim Cameron reports on a really fun funeral that got to be such a hoot, that the party-goers left the funeral reception and went back to the graveyard to bury the hatchet – in each other’s sculls.