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MY DXing Was Postponed This Morning
- Thread starter SomeRadioGuy
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is that a moose?
Here, kitty kitty
Thats a baby moose... so momma was somewhere probably not too far off.
Baby moose was here to apply for our paid fill in DJ position but i had to tell her it had been filled already
Good decision
That beats the skunk that was waiting outside the WEZR studio / transmitter site back around 1970. It gave a prize to the morning guy at 6 AM, so I stayed in the transmitter room for quite a while.
We should do a thread of "worst thing that happened to me in a radio station"!
Cyberdad, want to get that one rolling?
Cyberdad, want to get that one rolling?
I'll bet coolant in the past was a bona fide carcinogen, too!
Maybe you should call your station The Moose, or change the call letters to something resembling K-Moose? For a while, they was a noncommercial station in Michigan, WQAK. They called it "The Duck"!
Sure....let me give it a little thought to go through my horror stories, and I'll launch one. I'll post it here, and you and Frank can dicide if and/or where to move it if needs be.
This would have been summer of 1971, so my memory is a little fuzzy, But I seem to remember a light brown thick gooey substance that didn't exactly smell good. It sort of reminded me of STP (a motor oil additive if anyone here doesn't remember the stuf). I can't imagine that would have been non-toxic. And I remember thinking that it was a good thing the mess stopped just short of the transmitter, about 25 feet from the exploding window mounted AC.
It was WQAC 90.3 Alma, MI, not WQAK, that was called "The Duck".
There are moose in WA state, but only in the Selkirk mountains of northeastern Washington, and a few in the North Cascades. I've never seen one. But I did stumble across two cow elk (females) grazing in the nearby grass coming back from a Manastash Lake hike last July. Beautiful animals. I was about 100 feet from them. Eventually, they stared me down and skipped their way back into the forest.
Reminds me of the time I was crossing into Canada after a customer meeting in Northern Minnesota. The direct route was U.S. 59, an otherwise busy route that was deserted at the border. I was the only car there, but had to wait about fifteen minutes until the moose in front of me decided to move along. (I assume his entry into was legal).
This is the same crossing where a few years later, I pulled up to the U.S. customs booth, and to my astonishment, I was met by a Canada Customs guy! His explanation: "Your guys are all in their building having a meeting, so I'm working both sides of the street this morning". He went on to explain that the agents all know each others rules,l and help each other out when there are meetings going on or if someone calls in sick, etc.
Not to be confused with the time I was in Belgium illegally, and didn't know it until I stopped at passport control when trying to leave the country!
(apologies for the veer).
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I think that moose was just a fan of your station looking for an autograph. I hope she got it.
The exploding A/C got me thinking.
6 AM: Phone rings. "Señor Gleason, Teleonda's transmitter won't turn on and it smells bad."
6.15 AM: Got to the station. I expected a burnt transformer. But this was not a bad smell, it was a stink! Horrible! In Spanish: "vomitivo".
6:20 AM: Opened the transmitter. A rat had gone to sleep on the warm plate transformer after midnight (Quito could go below freezing at night). It had exploded. Everywhere there was rat residue; it had exploded when the operator hit "Plate On".
6:30 AM: Went to the all night drug store and got surgical gloves, a shaving brush, tooth brushes, alcohol and more alcohol and surgical wipes.
6: 45 AM Almost forgot surgical masks and cologne.
8:15 AM All the rat guts cleaned. Filaments on. So far, so good. Plate on. Back on the air. Got traffic to schedule make-goods.
Next day at midnight, welded copper screen around the power cutouts in the transmitter case.
Couldn't eat well for nearly a week.
6 AM: Phone rings. "Señor Gleason, Teleonda's transmitter won't turn on and it smells bad."
6.15 AM: Got to the station. I expected a burnt transformer. But this was not a bad smell, it was a stink! Horrible! In Spanish: "vomitivo".
6:20 AM: Opened the transmitter. A rat had gone to sleep on the warm plate transformer after midnight (Quito could go below freezing at night). It had exploded. Everywhere there was rat residue; it had exploded when the operator hit "Plate On".
6:30 AM: Went to the all night drug store and got surgical gloves, a shaving brush, tooth brushes, alcohol and more alcohol and surgical wipes.
6: 45 AM Almost forgot surgical masks and cologne.
8:15 AM All the rat guts cleaned. Filaments on. So far, so good. Plate on. Back on the air. Got traffic to schedule make-goods.
Next day at midnight, welded copper screen around the power cutouts in the transmitter case.
Couldn't eat well for nearly a week.
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