Ham Radio Horror
This morning I turned on the HF radio on 20 meters and was saddened to hear those dreaded words… CQ CONTEST CQ CONTEST CQ CONTEST. I am not sure why but I have always hated contesting on the radio. Mainly because you can never have any meaningful conversation. If you listened to the radio for 12 straight hours you would hear nothing but CQ CONTEST CQ CONTEST… YOU ARE 5 – 9, ROGER, CQ CONTEST CQ CONTEST. It ranks up there with watching paint dry when it comes to entertainment. I have had a ham radio license for 28 years and always dread hearing this on the radio because it means that any potential conversation for that weekend is out of the question. My opinions do not represent those of the average ham radio community. Many people like these contests and get some sort of life satisfaction by being able to write down the most call signs over a period of time. Although this has zero appeal to me, to others, it is the reason they became a ham radio operator. Usually whenever I hear these contests I just turn off the radio and wait for next weekend.
I think this desire to do these contests is similar to the desire to go to casinos. To some people, it seems that there is a some sort of competitive element even when there is no one to compete with. It seems like that some people get a satisfaction to have a certificate on their wall that shows they have won a contest to contact the most people even if there was no meaningful conversation with any of them. If I were to win a contest like this, I would not want to put it on the wall and clutter my office but that shows that people are different. I have never participated in one of these contests and even when I have gone to other people’s houses where they had these certificates hanging on their walls, it just seemed like a foreign concept. Well, I guess that is what makes the world interesting. Everyone has different interest and just because one person likes one part of the hobby does not make their opinion less valid than another’s. I just had to vent and get this off my chest. I guess I could scroll across the shortwave radio or the Internet.