Field Day Basic Training
I just finished my 50th Field Day. It is as fresh now as it was then, operating on Rattlesnake Point with my Novice set dead even with the high-tide water of Corpus Christi Bay. My mentors in the Corpus Christi Amateur Radio Club set up heavy tube rigs on sturdy tables nestled in flimsy tents. We fired up large, loud generators and snaked thick extension cords and black coax across the little island of broken sea shells. We talked all across the nation and Canada all weekend to the cries of sea gulls and the tooting horns of shrimp boats passing by at dawn on Sunday morning. I was hooked.