So I was on 3 AM barefooted (4 watt carrier, swings ~12), when lo and behold a guy in St. Petersburg, FL rolled in, but it got kind of awkward for a minute. It was one of those times where somebody rolls in way after dark, you say hello, expecting them to roll back out with the clouds, except he hung around, for like 2 hours. After we all wished him well and said howdy we welcomed him right into the conversation and had a big ol' time. He seemed like a nice guy, said we were all hammering on him down there, although where I'm at he was the only one I could hear besides those guys on 6 bleeding me to death. I kicked it up a notch to holler at him, but he said he could hear me when I went barefooted to talk to the locals, so the conditions must have been in his favor for a factory Cobra 148 to be shooting skip without any help, :P