Reflections about a remote shortwave listeners station

Actually, everything was not a problem. The components were assembled, the elements assembled, the wire roll positioned in a bicycle trailer, and we went out to the neighboring meadow. There, first the earth piles with the connection components were cut into the dry soil, then the galvanized 300 m cable was towed from point A (NE) to B (SE), the 80 m long coax was laid out to the hut, and the RPA- 2 connected. The first test showed remarkably good signals over the entire medium wave, no additional amplified noise due to the preamplifier, in short: the perfect antenna for receiving from the NE direction. A two-hour recording showed me later, how good 300 m antenna cable can be.

I sat in my garden hut in front of the waterfall screen and listened intently, likening the reception to the now weak K9AY, it was around 1930z when I heard voices unknown from outside. When they did not stop, I left my seat, walked to the shack, and watched a person slam through the blackberry hedge. I would not want to go through that, I said. Police, was the answer. In the light of the flashlight I could see the lettering on the man's jacket. In fact, I said.

Displaced dog owners carrying their Fiffies on the meadow suspect a power cord, the policeman said, while his companion expertly examined the coaxial cable. It's an antenna, I confirmed, and that's guaranteed no electricity in it. Good - the law did not come to the dicuting. Now the identity card was checked, a radio check was made, and then I was allowed to roll up the quickly mounted antenna again. So that the dog owners can perform their Fiffies again the next morning. We'll check that later, they said before I let them out through the official entrance to the garden. No, we do not want to go through that again, they said, and disappeared in the darkness of the night.

Days later, I realized that the preferred direction of arrival from NE was not guaranteed at all, because one earth point was in the wrong position. So it is not even a pity that the experiment did not work out. It was exciting enough, from planning to firing.

40 safe meters remain me, NE 4-5 m pulled over the impenetrable blackberry hedge, soon. After all, it's my garden, and I do not keep dogs.