A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…. I was a satellite enthusiast. In those days, we had assets in both high and low earth orbits. I lived on AO-13 for several years and you could send messages to me via KO-25. Good times. And then it all fell apart. AO-13 burned up and the Internet took the place of messaging via amateur radio — in all forms.
Most of us retreated to HF, where I’ve been ever since. Until this weekend, when I made a return to the friendly skies. I’d been planning to get back into this facet of the hobby for months. I picked up the required hardware at Dayton last week and next thing I know, I’m in the backyard with a handheld transceiver in one hand, and an Arrow antenna in the other.
It felt familiar though in earlier days my shack was climate-controlled and fully automated. The computer in the shack steered the Az-El rotor on the roof as well as tuning the radio for Doppler while I simply played the role of operator. Being a human rotator and radio frequency manipulator requires dexterity and at least three hands, four is better.
Back to the future, back to space. See you on the birds!