There was this DXer, who in the valley of the sunspot cycle, decided to take a
cruise ship trip in the south Pacific for the first time. It was wonderful, the
experience of his life. He was being waited on hand an foot. But, it did not
last. A typhoon came up unexpectedly. The ship was blown onto some uncharted
reef and sank almost immediately.

The man found himself, he knew not how, swept up on the shore of an island.
There was nothing else anywhere to be seen. No person, no supplies, nothing. The
man looked around. There were some bananas and coconuts, but that was it. He was
desperate, and forlorn, but decided to make the best of it. So for the next four
months he ate bananas, drank coconut juice and mostly looked to the sea mightily
for a ship to come to his rescue.

One day, as he was lying on the beach stroking his beard and looking for a ship,
he spotted movement out of the corner of his eye. Could it be true, was it a
ship? No, from around the corner of the island came this rowboat. In it was the
most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, or at least seen in 4 months. She was
tall, tanned, and her blond hair flowing in the sea breeze gave her an almost
ethereal quality. She spotted him also as he was waving and yelling and
screaming to get her attention. She rowed her boat towards him.

In disbelief, he asked, "Where did you come from? How did you get here"?

She said, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed on this island
when my cruise ship sank"

"Amazing", he said, "I didn't know anyone else had survived. How many of you are
there? Where, did you get the rowboat? You must have been really lucky to have a
rowboat wash-up with you?"

"It is only me", she said, "and the rowboat didn't wash up, nothing else did."

"Well then", said the man, "how did you get the rowboat?"

"I made the rowboat out of raw material that I found on the island", replied the
woman. "The oars were whittled from Gum tree branches, I wove the bottom from
Palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree".

"But, but, asked the man, what about tools and hardware, how did you do that?"

"Oh, no problem, replied the woman, on the south side of the island there is a
very unusual strata of alluvial rock exposed. I found that If I fired it to a
certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable ductile iron. I used
that for tools, and used the tools to make the hardware. But, enough of that,
she said. Where do you live?"

At last the man was forced to confess that he had been sleeping on the beach.
"Well, let's row over to my place, she said." So they both got into the rowboat
and left for her side of island.

The woman easily rowed them around to a wharf that led to the approach to her
place. She tied up the rowboat with a beautifully woven hemp rope. They walked
up a stone walk and around a Palm tree, there stood an exquisite bungalow
painted in blue and white.

"It's not much, she said, but I call it home. Sit down please, would you like to
have a drink?" "No, said the man, one more coconut juice and I will puke."

"It won't be coconut juice, the woman replied, I have a still, how about a Pina
Colada?

Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepted, and they sat down on
her couch to talk.

After a while, and they had exchanged their stories, the woman asked, "Tell me,
have you always had a beard?" "No", the man replied, "I was clean shaven all of
my life, and even on the cruise ship". "Well if you would like to shave, there
is a man's razor upstairs in the cabinet in the bathroom." So, the man, no
longer questioning anything, went upstairs to the bath room. There in the
cabinet was a razor made from a bone handle, two shells honed to a hollow ground
edge were fastened on to its end inside of a swivel mechanism. The man shaved,
showered and went back down stairs..

"You look great, said the woman, I think I will go up and slip into something
more comfortable." So she did.

And, the man continued to sip his Pina Colada. After a short time, the woman
returned wearing fig leafs strategically positioned and smelling faintly of
gardenia.

"Tell me, she asked, we have both been out here for a very long time with no
companionship. You know what I mean. Have you been lonely, is there anything
that you really miss? Something that all men and woman need. Something that it
would be really nice to have right now."

"Yes there is, the man replied, as he moved closer to the woman while fixing a
winsome gaze upon her, "Tell me ... Do you happen to have a 20-meter rig around.
This place HAS to be a New One for DXCC!"

Sir Walter your fears are realized

The sunspots were roaring and the Old Dxer was working DX night and day.
The faithful XYL had had it with his QRZing and blew her stack.
"DX DX DX - thats all you ever think about!" she groaned
"Why I'll bet you don't even remember our wedding date!!

"I mostly certainly do" was the immediate reply.
"It was June 14th, 1958 - Thats the night I worked
the XT1, the CRØ, and the G3NYY DXpedition!



--
ID with held to protect the innocent



"Walt Davidson" wrote in message
...
On Mon, 13 Dec 2004 03:24:48 GMT, "KØHB"
wrote:

There was this DXer ...

OMG! I fear we are about to witness another spate of the dreaded,
vacuous "DX IS!" stories.
:-(((

73 de G3NYY

--
Walt Davidson Email: g3nyy @despammed.com

Sir Walter your fears are realized

The sunspots were roaring and the Old Dxer was working DX night and day.
The faithful XYL had had it with his QRZing and blew her stack.
"DX DX DX - thats all you ever think about!" she groaned
"Why I'll bet you don't even remember our wedding date!!

"I mostly certainly do" was the immediate reply.
"It was June 14th, 1958 - Thats the night I worked
the XT1, the CRØ, and the G3NYY DXpedition!



--
ID with held to protect the innocent



"Walt Davidson" wrote in message
...
On Mon, 13 Dec 2004 03:24:48 GMT, "KØHB"
wrote:

There was this DXer ...

OMG! I fear we are about to witness another spate of the dreaded,
vacuous "DX IS!" stories.
:-(((

73 de G3NYY

--
Walt Davidson Email: g3nyy @despammed.com

Walt Davidson wrote:

DX IS!

Why are you shouting? You won't get through anyway ;-)

Peter Lemken
DF5JT
Berlin

--
Toleranz, das war doch diese resultierende Verhaltensweise, wenn man sich
zwischen Abscheu und Mitleid nicht entscheiden kann.

(Andreas Kroschel in de.alt.talk.unmut)

Walt Davidson wrote:

DX IS!

Why are you shouting? You won't get through anyway ;-)

Peter Lemken
DF5JT
Berlin

--
Toleranz, das war doch diese resultierende Verhaltensweise, wenn man sich
zwischen Abscheu und Mitleid nicht entscheiden kann.

(Andreas Kroschel in de.alt.talk.unmut)

On Mon, 13 Dec 2004 17:21:17 +0000, Walt Davidson
wrote:

DX IS!

73 de G3NYY

Where DX is? It sure isn't in this newsgroup.....

73, Jim KH2D

On Mon, 13 Dec 2004 17:21:17 +0000, Walt Davidson
wrote:

DX IS!

73 de G3NYY

Where DX is? It sure isn't in this newsgroup.....

73, Jim KH2D

Where DX is? It sure isn't in this newsgroup.....

Amen Jim!

DX IS (1810-1830, no lids, no kids, space cadets)

well....almost none.

Where DX is? It sure isn't in this newsgroup.....

Amen Jim!

DX IS (1810-1830, no lids, no kids, space cadets)

well....almost none.

I understand W20Y was the Ham who used this originally

SPACE CADETS _ VERSION 1
CQ CQ CQ - No Lids, No Kids, No Space Cadets -- "Attributed to the late
W2OY, Mike, back in the late 40's on 75 meters when it was a Class "A" only
band.
Mike was known around the northeast for this everytime he called CQ."

Contributer name withheld


SPACE CADETS - VERSION 2
If you didn't hear W2OY, you missed a one-of-a-kind. Actually, he said, "CQ
CQ CQ. No kids, no lids, no school bus riders or space cadets. No kings, no
queens, no jacks. This is the NO PHONETICS station, W2OY." I heard that hams
in his town got so worked up over his antics, that somebody sneaked into his
yard one night and drove a pin through his coax, but I have no way of
knowing whether this story is true.

Contributer name withheld

--
Caveat Lecter



"9V1GO" wrote in message
...

Where DX is? It sure isn't in this newsgroup.....

Amen Jim!

DX IS (1810-1830, no lids, no kids, space cadets)

well....almost none.