I have been DX, sometimes quite exotic... and all the shenanigans of the radio cops, frequency Gestapo's and the space cadets drove me to abandoning DX long ago.
When I lived in Central America I had a fairly rare callsign. It was impossible to operate anywhere below 14.250 or above 14.125 with out incessant interruptions by stations "needing my country for their XYZ Award."
I had very early-on learned if I was going to stay with the hobby, I had to operate in a stealth fashion. This usually involved avoiding 20 altogether, but when I did venture on, it was way up around 14.340, an using lower sideband for talking home to family and friends, ..... esque'ing the frequent use of callsigns-- running as low profile as possible.
Then somewhere along the line I tried to work "split frequencies'-
That was the biggest ham radio disaster of my hobby's career.
If I operated outside the US phone band, say 14.110 and announced I "was listening 14.160"-- the band turned into chaos from 14.100 to 14.200. I couldn't pick out any calls, the band turned into a garbage dump, and my popularity for turning it into such put me into the toilet.
About two attempts and "working splits" cured me. I have never (!) done that again.
As a KX6 (now V73) I would operate almost exclusively 17 metre's. It was almost as good, propagation wise, as 20, but none of the clown antics found there.
I had a friend, a P2 in Papua New Guinea whom I talked to practically daily on 18.113- sometimes for hours. She was the wife of a mining engineer, living out in company compound in the bush.... and our discussions of all things were never ending.
We would actually call for people to join us, though very seldom did anyone break in.
But it was one of those rare "break'ers" that got me back into DX for a short while.
He was an Italian; and a station with a awesome signal. He volunteer'd to be my 'guardian' on 40 in the evenings, if I and my P2 friend wanted to venture into DX'ing.
He and another Italian super kilowatt friend rode 'ride shotgun' for us.
We only worked single frequency and our friends would call for stations in certain areas, make lists, and then read them out. Each station would then in turn call us, make their contact and then we'd be muv'd by our friends to the next on their list.
"If anyone steps out of line, gets rude or abusive, Miss Lauri and Miss Pamila will never, ever talk to you and we will close this all down...capisci?"
---------------And those two Italian gentlemen never had enforce that.
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We met on 40 for many evenings, during that Northern hemispheric winter. By the time the band started to fizzle out with spring, practically everyone that wanted a P2 or KX6 had made their contacts.
I never met our charming "Band Police'-- they went on to better things, no doubt.
But shortly after the bands closed, I and Pam both both received huge wooden crates from Italy- filled with wines, cheeses... salamis-- beautiful gifts from these two 'radio cops.'
Lauri
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