NCCC Thursday Night Madness 13 of 13
I enjoy the thrill of competition either team against team or self against self. Competition motivates my performance and advances my skill set. Recall, Wide World of Sports, when ski jumper Vinko Bogataj tumbled widely out of control? Stanley Ralph Ross wrote, "Spanning the globe to bring you the constant variety of sport... the thrill of victory... and the agony of defeat... the human drama of athletic competition....".
In any athletic endeavor such as radiosport, one has moments, perhaps not as death defying as Vinko but, those moments exist.
KA3DRR pushed forward in week thirteen. Lesson learned and valuable insight gained from week twelve. My radiosport fire that place in one's gut that refuses to give up, blazed. The Northern California Contest Club (NCCC) official 0230Z clock signaled the start. KA3DRR focused on minutes and remained within my game plan.
My game plan? One -Q for the evening. I wanted to score one -Q for the NCCC team and defeat the specter of Darth Zero for self. The game plan called for search and pounce (SP) followed by calling CQ three-times then repeat without hesitation. In addition, ten minute increments on each band 20, 40, and 80-meters.
I spun the FT100 dial as the first minute turned over. The fierce competitive pile-ups between 14.041 through 14.043 necessitated calling CQ. Strategy for this low-power, low-profile radiosport operator -- let Morse code combat sort out the SO2R carrier wave (CW) gladiators then strike. My odds would improve after minute five. KA3DRR moved to 14.045 then called CQ NS. I hit the memory keyer waiting no less than three seconds then fired another series.
Score from Texas! My first -Q in the log and the specter of Darth Zero vaporized. A Richter scale hoot sounded through the KA3DRR shack! The SO2R CW gladiators left 20-meters a barren land of ionospheric hiss by the ninth minute.
Game plan for this low-power, low-profile radiosport operator beat the SO2R CW gladiators by one or two minutes before Morse code combat commences on the next band.
Forty-meters growled and zero -Q production for this evening. It is not surprising at this time of the year. I heard mortal cw combat between the Heartland and the East moments before tuning the 80-meter red zone.
I SP'd for SO2R CW gladiators then called CQ NS. Yes! A second shout escaped from within the KA3DRR shack. The sweet sound of Morse code filled my headphones. A stellar s8 signal from Northern California. My second -Q bagged for the evening.
Then the fastest 30-minutes of fun concluded.
Practice breeds confidence and competition motivates performance. Certainly, it was no Vinko and Ross got it right, "...The human drama of athletic competition."
Until next week, GO NS!
73 from the shack.


