[Boatanchors] Remember HCI 20 Meter Sunday Net!

[Duane Fischer, W8DBF]

As always, all vintage rigs are welcome - (If it isn't vacuum, lie!) 	
	
Please join us on Sunday January 18th for the Hallicrafters Collectors
International 20 meter Net. It will commence with the pre-Net at 12:45 PM EST,
(1745 UTC). The Net proper will begin at 1:15 PM EST, (1815 UTC). The frequency
will be 14.293 Mhz usb +/- for key clicks, mike splatter and NO that roaring
sound like a tornado chasing vacuum tube ghosts through the Ham shack is not a
fan blowing on a huge HF amplifier that makes the utility power meter spin like
a carnival Ferris wheel with a broken throttle governor! It is the sound of
snowmobiles roaring by my formerly tranquil and placid residence with glassy
eyed riders with a frozen stupid smile like a Deer caught in a car's headlights
at night! Naturally they go right through my yard on their way to my Pine woods
and ignore the "No Tresspassing!" signs, barbed wire, split rail fence and
warning signs about the guy wires to the tower back there possibly ripping their
heads off. Flattening everything in their paths, shrubs, fruit bearing bushes,
grape vines on a climber, bird baths or feeders, garbage cans, pets and even my
ex-wife! Nothing stops them.  But when they hit the trip wire to those mil
surplus Claymore land mines and get a rump full of rock salt, they can't ride
because they can't sit down! Well, so I thought. Now they stand on a saucer sled
being pulled behind while their wife or girlfriend drives the snowmobile and
they shout directions.  		
	
My neighbor, a former Vietnam SWAT commando, came up with a brilliant solution.
He has laser beams surrounding every possible spot where they can enter the
woods. If they break the laser beam a rocket propelled grenade is fired that
tracks with a heat seeking sensor straight for the exhaust on the snowmobile.
This is a gas grenade and when it goes BOOM! the synthetic chemical scent of a
Skunk is released saturating the driver and moron on the saucer sled with the
stupid frozen grin. They normally hurl their guts out for two or three hours and
pass out from exhaustion. By the time the medics get there, the local teenagers
have stolen the snowmobiles and resold them. Then it is peaceful again, until
the insurance company replaces the stolen snowmobiles and the people are allowed
to get out of the large bvats of tomato juice they have lived in trying to get
rid of that smell! Then as soon as it snows, it starts all over again. My
neighbor sure sells a lot of tomato juice though! 	
	
I hope to hear you tomorrow above the roar, so stop by and join us. If you get a
whiff of something nasty in the air, check for shorts. Your shorts!      	
	
Duane Fischer, W8DBF/W9WZE	
NCS: Hallicrafters Collectors International