Or when a birdie would pop up on one of the government bands, you thought at first that the transmission was coming from some super secret bunker someplace.
This thread is awesome, but also depressing.
I didn't live through those times as I am much younger than a lot here but I wish I had. Scanning (and life overall) was much simpler back then.
Every day I listen to my units I have this feeling of dread that it will be my last ...
You're right Milton, I remember Tom's secret registry of government frequencies when it first came out from crb research, I'd always be looking with my tunable VHF High monitor in the 167 megs area for a guy who sounded like Efrem Zimbalist jr. LOL
Darkness, you have no idea how different life was then, the best way to explain it... we didn't have mobile phones, texting, cable, internet and other things we take for granted but if you were cool you had a CB radio and kept in touch with your friends. We had three channels on television until UHF was introduced and if you were lucky you got one or more channels added in the 60s
There was nothing like shortwave listening from around the world but you know there for a while, and I know what you're concerned about, we couldn't hear a lot on shortwave radio because of loud humming noises covering up the broadcast. Especially affected was VOA or Voice of America. It was called jamming from behind the Iron Curtain and we did it too on Radio Moscow, Radio Kiev and of course Radio Havana. That was during the Cold War.
I also remember them throwing a switch on VHF High repeater systems where you couldn't hear the input frequency you could only hear the dispatcher but you couldn't hear the cars unless you were close enough to hear the input frequency in simplex mode. That didn't last long in my hometown County because the cops complained also because they couldn't hear the cars either.
The reason talking about this on this thread it's so enjoyable is these are things we don't think about anymore...not at all. When we're Gone nobody will know about this stuff.