OffRoaderX

OBVIOUSLY it is pronounced POOF-WHANG ! ...where is this screenshot from? Do you have a link?

What he said was: "roger beep noise BAD!! But a slightly different sounding roger-beep noise, known as MDC, GOOD"

I was going to mention the same thing. Not sure about older type scanners, but if it is a newer, SDR-type scanner like my SDS200, they are VERY sensitive and too much power, too close to the antenna can bork it.

Based on all your multiple previous comments about how EVERY person you know dumps EVERY radio (Midland, Retevis, TidRadio, Wouxun) unless that radio happens to be the same brand of radios that you use, it is becoming clear that you don't actually know anyone. ... Or, you are just F.O.S. But either way, your mythomaniac comments are great for pointing at and laughing so keep up the good work!

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You can go into the camera settings and tell it to store your images as good, old-fashioned .JPG images, if that is your preference.

Sorry to ruin the surprise for you, but the GXT3000 does not have a removable antenna

I always hate when someone is completely incapable of grasping the concept that different people have different wants, needs, and priorities than themselves. The only thing more perplexing than that, is how willing 'some people' are to demonstrate to everyone how they are totally devoid of these basic mental abilities. But.. that's just me...

YOUR radio, YOUR choice - if you hear something objectionable, perhaps you should exercise your right to use your radio, the way you wish, and change the channel.. Nothing gives you the right to inflict your opinion and violate someone ELSEs right to use their radio the way they wish.

My radio, my choice.

What data functions are those?

This one time, at band camp, I found myself in a hell that only Xenu could punish me with: a gathering of licensed sad-H.A.M.s. I thought I was in for a fun-filled weeknd filled with music, but no, instead, I got stuck with a bunch of overgrown man-children playing with their glorified walkie-talkies. From the moment I arrived, I knew I was in trouble. These guys, who were clearly incapable of any meaningful social interaction, swarmed the place like a plague of dorks. They had all the charm of a root canal and twice the ego. Imagine an army of Sheldons from The Big Bang Theory, but without any of the redeeming qualities or comedic timing. That’s what I was up against. It all started innocently enough. I was trying to enjoy the campfire when a group of them descended on me. They were babbling in a language that was a mix of Klingon and technobabble, discussing radio frequencies and antenna designs as if they were secrets to eternal life. Their leader, a guy I’ll call Bob because he looked like every Bob you’ve ever met, decided he needed to “educate” me on the wonders of ham radio. I swear, if he had a ham-radio-shaped soapbox, he would have stood on it. “Yo! Bob,” I said, “what’s the frequency for tuning into some good music?” It was a joke, a simple, harmless joke. But Bob, with all the wit and humor of a malfunctioning robot, started giving me a lecture on frequency bands and how important it is to get a license - he must have said "i've been a licensed ham-radio operator for over 25 years" over 20 times. Every time I tried to engage in normal human-conversation, it was like talking to a brick wall. A brick wall that talked back, but only to explain in excruciating detail why you were wrong about everything. These guys couldn’t recognize sarcasm if it slapped them in the face and called them stupid. I tried to make a joke about their radios being a way to compensate for something, but they just nodded seriously and started discussing the size of their antennas. I kid you not. The other operators were no better. They were like drones, each waiting for their turn to speak about their precious radios, completely unaware that no one else cared. Conversations were like passing around a hot potato, except the potato was a steaming pile of boredom, and no one wanted to let go of it. It was mind-numbing. One night, after enduring yet another lecture from Bob about the superiority of Morse code, I lost it. I stood up and said, “Look, I get that you guys are into this stuff, but I came here to relax, not to join your cult. Can we, for the love of Xenu, talk about something else for five minutes?” They stared at me like I had just spoken in tongues. Then, Bob, with his usual cluelessness, said, “But amateur radio is the best way to relax! You just haven’t experienced it properly yet. You should get your ham ticket!” At that moment, I fantasized about using Bob’s radio as a blunt instrument. Instead, I walked away, muttering curses under my breath. I retreated to my tent, trying to block out the sound of their droning voices and the endless beeping of Morse code. I couldn’t believe I had paid to be in this dork-fest. As the days dragged on, I learned to tune them out. I found solace in the woods, away from the incessant chatter and the constant hum of their radios. I survived band camp, but just barely. I walked away with a story that would make for great campfire tales, but also a newfound appreciation for the blissful silence of solitude. In the end, I was not assimilated, and thank Xenu for that. I escaped with my sanity mostly intact, but I knew one thing for sure: never again would I underestimate the sheer, unrelenting boredom that comes with a bunch of licensed sad-hams.

Yah, but was his dog in it?

AND based in 'Murica!

Jeezus.. So wrong, yet with so much confidence..

Uh huh.. Are these older repeaters here in the room with us now?

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My guess is that you will be making a call to Baofeng support.. But maybe someone has a better idea. PRO TIP: When setting a password..for anything.. write it down, or save it in your Password Manager.

There's your problem, right there..

That sounds serious! What happens if someone uses one of these amps on their GMRS radio??

if I have learned anything from "some people", it's that if you aren't using $65 connectors, your radio "will work like garbage" ...

Seems like nobody you know keeps much of anything.. Based on your posts, everyone you know has also dumped their Midland radios and their Revevis radios. Do you guys get together every month and build a big bonfire out of all the things you dump?

Probably because its only an issue in the dirt, so not a lot of people complaining. You might notice it on i10 just west of the Red Cloud Mine Road exit, but it doesnt kill your radio... and its not even a problem as far east as the Red Cloud Mine or even the opening of the canyon.. But just west of there, for mile or two south/south-west, is where it wipes-out all the GMRS frequencies.

If there was supposed to be a point in there, you failed in addition to being wrong.