Bark Like a Pirate?

The recent Talk Like Pirate Radio-Sport Contest went over like a fresh barrel of rum on a long voyage among the radio scoundrels sailing the Ether Seas, though we're a mite surprised at the lack of skulduggery among the participants. I guess promises of buried treasure for the winner doesn't bring out the cutthroats like it used to.

Cousin's own Demon DX Dog caught wind of the happenings and demanded to be allowed to participate. While we tried to explain to D3 that allowing he could barely understand human language (i.e. food, sit, go, and occasionally no), there was no way he could speak pirate. But he threatened us with charges of specie-ism if we didn't let him play. In order to avoid any entanglements with the ACLU, PETA, or the Justice Department, we relented and allowed D3 to play. So the op you heard that sounded like he had a really bad cold, may not have been a congested contester, but the infamous D3 himself.

(P.S. Don't upset D3 by asking if he's related to Minni Pearl)

Pirate Contest

September 19 is the annual Talk Like A Pirate Day. It is a celebration of all things Pirate and Pirate-like by spending the day talking in your best Pirate vernacular. To help fly the skulls and bones (figuratively), the Lost Island DX Society (LIDS), who's logo should be the skull and bones, is sponsoring the first Talk Like A Pirate Radio-Sport Contest, running from 0000Z to 2359Z, September 19.

Pirates be found on all HF bands, and no, we're not talking about that P5 that showed up on 20m. Use phone only, pirate slang is a tough row on cw. Call "Sea-Q ye Scallywags!" or "Ahoy Pirates!" Exchange is Aahhrr-ST and your Pirate name, e.g. Buccaneer Bob, Peg-leg Pete, etc. Romeo, while a right clever pirate name, is not allowed in this contest. If you work any land lubbers, try to clue them in, but if not, just wish the bilge rats "Ahoy" before making the squiffy walk the plank.

Score is the total number of unique pirates worked, work 'em once per band, times the total number of Pirates and landlubbers ye work. Count any beauties ye work double. Triple if they "Aahrrr" you back with a lassie pirate name.

Any Son of a Biscuit Eater found paddin' his log, looking at the cluster, or other sich clever biz'nes will be properly keel hauled and left to Davy Jones' Locker.

Submit all scores and lies in the comments below. Send any pieces of eight to the LIDS, it might help your score. Judging will be by a council of Pirate LIDS and will be as fair an' honest as the Poisson d'Avril contest. Deadline for entry - when we say it is.