I learned to "CQ" on crooked numbers. You usually get a response from a VFO controlled transmitter. If they find you within a few cycles they are an operator. If they make no mention of your TX frequency they are an even better operator. If you get a response from a digital radio (or read out) they tend to miss by as much as 100cy They are no less an operator if they miss They are only a bit daft if they ask what frequency you are on. They answer the CQ with "you're off frequency" which in that case I am. I move some undetermined crooked number distance from the original CQ and continue. I only started this a few years ago after some years else-where/when but early on I remember ... CQ... (7.21373...) "you're off frequency" no ID I'm on 7.21373... "you're off frequency" no ID QSY... CQ... (7.22373...), CQ... (7.21373...)... "you're off frequency" no ID I'm in 7.22373, what frequency are you on ? "you're off frequency" still no ID Off to the coffee pot, get distracted by the dog, Karilee, telephone. Coffee gets cold, reheat and back to the radio. CQ... (7.22373...), CQ... (7.21373...)... "you're off frequency" still no ID At this point I think I'm either being hazed or otherwise messed with and have to finally address this. Station do you have a call sign ? "you're off frequency" again no ID I'm the station calling CQ, I can only be on the frequency I'm on, either acknowledge the CQ with your callsign or please leave me be. "I don't have to do anything for a station that can't properly operate a radio..." :-/ Frustrating but understandable. I have a small, very small contingent of old school ops around here. A few date back to the '30's . Fine gentlemen for the most part . I steer clear of their rag chew because as humorous as it is to listen to I'm at least 20 years younger. Of their group there is one station that is line of sight to me. He hears everything in my shack. The key thump, the chair squeak, the refrigerator, the dog's toenails on the linoleum. The very same operator that "I don't have to do anything for a station that can't properly operate a radio..." I wait for their table to empty so I can call the one neighbor I do talk to and... "I hear the key thump, the chair squeak, the refrigerator, the dog's toenails on the linoleum. You would think that a real operator would monitor and know that!" I couldn't resist and since I had been listening carefully for over an hour. "I don't have to do anything for a station that can't properly identify their station at least once an hour ..." I continue to call CQ on crooked numbers with happily unpredictable results.