By now we had almost given up hope. Occasionally there was a lump in the static on one band or another but it was always the same. Static, static, and more static. All over America and almost all over the world we tried….next to nothing…..
“This is Treetop calling anyone. This is Treetop calling anyone, do you copy?” I droned one afternoon…static.
“….this is Bulldozer, Treetop. Where are you?”
“God it’s great to year your voice. West Nevada. Can you punch your gain, Bulldozer? You’re kinda choppy.”
“Naw….battery’s almost dead.”
“Bulldozer– who won?”
“….who’ll ever know?”