
Originally Posted by
Slingshot
My old mans into ham radio (ZL2BFY), sounds like I had a similar childhood to celticn06. I tryed to get my ham radio ticket when I was thirteen, passed but had to do the morse code as well cause I didn't pass by enough.
It made physics & maths at school kinda easy, I remember my physics teacher making some comments that the stuff we had to know was at 1st year uni level.
Dad was also right into the comms side of search & rescue so we would quite often fly up to mt holdsworth & mt barton to do work on the repeators. That was cool.
Oh and who could forget the jamborie on the air with the cubs, where you actually got to talk to other cubs around the world on Ham radio.
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Shit I nearly forgot about JOTA. We used to host that every year for Eastern Hutt Cubs (I grew up in Stokes Valley).
You're right about the physics and maths stuff. I missed out on my ham ticket due to the morse as well (much to my parents chagrin).
We assembled a 30 metre tall YAGI antenna in the back yard of our property. My father, Ray Gotlieb, and another of the local hams called Barry Feikhart (sp?) who was a mechanical engineer assembled it. Awesome to climb to the top of - you could see nearly all of Stokes Valley from the top. I was the nominated on when the connections to the motor on the top went a bit corroded - sent up to reqire the sucker at 10!!!
Growing up with ham radio in the 70s was a great experience. It introduced me to the concept of world-wide communication, electronics engineering and computers.
I wanted to be an avionics engineer when I left school but diabetes screwed that one up. 
Best of luck with your ham stuff dhunt. PM me and I'll give you my folks details if you want to have a chat with them - they've been doing it for longer than I can remember and may even have some gear to sell you if you are interested (big Yaesu and Kenwood Transceivers come to mind...)
You could also look at echonet (I think its called) - Ham Only P2P/Messenging software - taking over with the hams...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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