Good buddy of mine, he in all earnestness, wound up privy to a telescope and a spectrum analyzer and the devil-knows what else equipment at a far East End Long Island Observatory in the mid-Eighties. No one knows what drove him to meet this agenda. Yet he persisted in linking astronomy and DX.
He and his wife would be at the controls and knobs and dials and coffee cups while I was in another room and trying to learn the courtesy piano which the Southold observatory kept as some sort of traditional courtesy.
And one night, my buddy nailed his quest. Jupiter. It showed up starkly as a decided bunch-up of blips on the oscilloscope. The visual inkblots said something was apparent.
Of course, they didn't ID, or have jingles, or have processing, or a QSL. But there, in some physical form on the meter, was Jupiter. On the screen. My buddy wouldn't lie. Why else would he drag his wife and anyone else who wanted to come along to an observatory at midnight?