CW FOX HUNTING

So, what's a fox?  What's this all about?

This is NOT local fox hunting for a hidden transmitter.  This is INTERNATIONAL fox hunting for transmitting stations on HF!

The QRP Fox Hunt is a series of 90 minute Amateur Radio events during which low-power (QRP) stations, or "Hounds," attempt to make contact with specific QRP stations designated as "The Fox."   These hunts are usually conducted in CW (Morse Code) but can be in any other mode the committee authorizes for a particular season.

All Hounds will be in competition with each other, as will all Foxes. At the end of the hunt, the winner(s) will be the Hound(s) who has/have worked the most Foxes, and the Fox who has worked the most hounds. Special recognition may be given in other categories. The Foxes may also participate as Hounds. Good hunting, and make FUN your First Priority!
QRP Fox Hunt Definitions:
Fox    =    The station the Hounds try to work.
Hound    =    Each QRP station trying to work The Fox.
Team   =   Group of 5 hounds acting as a team, to participate in the 
teams competition.
Pelt    =    Slang for a completed QSO.
QRO    =    Any output power greater than 5 watts.
QRP    =    5 watts or less RF output from the transmitter.
QRPp    =    1 watt or less RF output from the transmitter.
QSO    =    Complete exchange of Signal Report, QTH,
Operator's Name, & Power Output.
QTH    =    State, Canadian Province (or Country if outside US/Can).
QFOX   =   Internet Reflector (list) for QRP Fox Hunt discussion

more info:  http://www.qrpfoxhunt.org/

 

MY FOX POEM

(Originally appeared on the QRP-L List, November 18, 1996)

My Jack Russell Terrier's actual experience and my constant
struggle to bag those furry foxes each week was the inspiration for my
poetic effort.  I thought I'd share it with you!
Laura Marino Lubner, KJ7UN   Original QRP-L #790

"The Fox"

I saw a fox without antenna, sitting on a rock so cold,
And danced around him on the ground a terrier was so bold.
She barked and whined and jumped about to try to get him down,
The fox just shook and hissed at her beneath his frightened frown.
The terrier could not scale the rock, for her it was too high,
And so the fox did wait it out as time went slowly by.
At long last the terrier tired, this fox had worn her out,
Besides, her bark was getting sore with every time she'd shout.
Begrudgingly, she walked away, her ears hung way down low,
And after she was far away, the fox could finally go.
And so this all just goes to prove, what this poem is about,
A fox is not so easily caught, with antenna or without!