oldone
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Reading some of these posts brought back a fond memory...
Back in the day 2 life long friends and I did a small guerrilla grow just outside of town. Friend 1 was the grower. Friend 2 was the lookout and I was the driver. It lasted all summer we did OK but no great amount...I think 10 small plants.
Then came harvest day. F1 and F2 got dropped off early in the day to do the chop. I picked them up successfully at 12:30 pm. We had been in contact with hand held CB radios as this was long before cellphones were even thought of. The trip home was dark and quiet and there was only that one car behind me...
On go the lights..oh shit...what do we do now? F1 took all our personal stash and kept it himself thus protecting us from possession charges. He would claim that the wet 20lb bag in the back of the pickup was his. Friends like that dont grow on trees. So I pull over.
2 officers get out of the car and approach from our rear. Of course F1 and F2 have that wonderful reek permeating their clothes. We were all smoking cigarettes to try and mask the smell. The officers ask the usual questions and see right away that they are not dealing with hardened criminals here. They get us out of the car all of us on the same side. Then one of them asked "...BTW whats in that bag in the back?..."
Whereby F1 grabs the bag and takes off into the fields. I have never seen anyone run that fast since. We were out in the country on a moonless (on purpose) night and F1 disappeared instantly. One officer tried to pursue but it was no good. F1 got clean away.
Then F2 and I are put into the back of the police car and they get our id and check us out. About then I noticed that they had a CB scanner and had been listening to us all night...sigh. F2 and I concocted a story whereby we picked up this hitchhiker and had no idea who he was. It was an Oscar level performance but the cops weren't buying it one bit. They should have kept us separated.
Anyway they were going to take us in and book us and catch F1 and all 3 of us were going to jail and our lives were ruined and
Over the radio comes a call for all cars to come to a no-shit murder scene. We get one maybe every 10 years. They had to let us go.
We drove to my house and all of that night the police would cruise past the house shining their lights in the windows. I parked openly so they knew we were there. I had nothing to hide.
F1 came out of hiding 24 hours later tired, filthy and starving. We never heard a word from the police...
I just had to share,
OO
Back in the day 2 life long friends and I did a small guerrilla grow just outside of town. Friend 1 was the grower. Friend 2 was the lookout and I was the driver. It lasted all summer we did OK but no great amount...I think 10 small plants.
Then came harvest day. F1 and F2 got dropped off early in the day to do the chop. I picked them up successfully at 12:30 pm. We had been in contact with hand held CB radios as this was long before cellphones were even thought of. The trip home was dark and quiet and there was only that one car behind me...
On go the lights..oh shit...what do we do now? F1 took all our personal stash and kept it himself thus protecting us from possession charges. He would claim that the wet 20lb bag in the back of the pickup was his. Friends like that dont grow on trees. So I pull over.
2 officers get out of the car and approach from our rear. Of course F1 and F2 have that wonderful reek permeating their clothes. We were all smoking cigarettes to try and mask the smell. The officers ask the usual questions and see right away that they are not dealing with hardened criminals here. They get us out of the car all of us on the same side. Then one of them asked "...BTW whats in that bag in the back?..."
Whereby F1 grabs the bag and takes off into the fields. I have never seen anyone run that fast since. We were out in the country on a moonless (on purpose) night and F1 disappeared instantly. One officer tried to pursue but it was no good. F1 got clean away.
Then F2 and I are put into the back of the police car and they get our id and check us out. About then I noticed that they had a CB scanner and had been listening to us all night...sigh. F2 and I concocted a story whereby we picked up this hitchhiker and had no idea who he was. It was an Oscar level performance but the cops weren't buying it one bit. They should have kept us separated.
Anyway they were going to take us in and book us and catch F1 and all 3 of us were going to jail and our lives were ruined and
Over the radio comes a call for all cars to come to a no-shit murder scene. We get one maybe every 10 years. They had to let us go.
We drove to my house and all of that night the police would cruise past the house shining their lights in the windows. I parked openly so they knew we were there. I had nothing to hide.
F1 came out of hiding 24 hours later tired, filthy and starving. We never heard a word from the police...
I just had to share,
OO
