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Another Crappy Day in Paradise..... Do it Again.
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Mahalo for the effort GS. Still raining here were are at 133 inches from Jan to end of Nov and it was dry Jan to March. Today is the shortest day it get better from here on. Have a Merry Christmas.
It has been one hell of a year....
Is it Christmas time already? Fuck! It doesn't seem like a year.
This one went by fast. And it's a good thing too, as years go.... this one sucked. They say that what doesn't kill you makes you strong, if that be the case, I be fuckin' Superman!
Before I flush this for the last time, I want to go back and examine what went in the bowl, one last time.
Yes, You know it, I know it.... Everyone knows it.
My list.
My list of fuckups. I shouldn't be, but I am. I'm kinda proud. No one person should be allowed to screw things up so totally, yet suffer very little consequence from the mess he left behind. Let's begin;
The Weather..... An El Nino year. Here we got lucky. Fifteen named storms, every one missed. Look at a map of where those storms went, they went EVERYWHERE except ontop of us. But just about everyone of them dragged rain up from the South. August, September and October were the wettest on record. We got well over 10 inches in each of those months.
The Borg incident. This ones a beaut. You know how it goes. You get Borg, you share Borg, all your friends are not happy with you for awhile. Even better, rather than climbing on it at first sign, I am kinda not sure, so things gotta get bad before it gets fixed.....
And did I ever fix things!
With Roundup!
Fix it all, the cloneroom is looking good, so we gotta go and fuck it up again. I got some Eagle in a container that had residual Roundup leftover in it. So I went and killed half the clones and fried the rest.
Unfuck it all again, then the rain came.
And we can't forget the ripoffs. Six cracks, four successful to a degree.
And after all that... What the fuck do you have to be proud about?
Just one fact.
I'm still here.
And along comes the fun part. The back half of an El Nino.
It rained twice in November. Once so far in December. The green grass is starting to dry out. If you were to look at a weather map it would look like a normal Summer pattern.....but it's the dead of Winter. This last pull in December is some of the best looking weed I have seen all of this year.
My thief, Baby Huey, has been absent. Don't know what happened, but he has yet to pay me the visit. I have heard rumors, but either way he has evaporated. Don't know if that is permanent of just a temporary thing. Granted, some of his acolytes may know about this, but Baby Huey is the key to get past the first set of dogs. I also beefed up the system to look out at the approaches, so not only do I hear it when they hit the plants, I hear it before that, when they come over the fence.... before they ever get near to them.
Then some iceing on the cake. It looks very much like this dispensary bill has a small puka in it. Ya' gotta do it inside! If they can't grow outside why the fuck even bother to do it at all? Should that hold, our little outdoor niche is safe. The price of Mainland weed flown here will cap what the dispensaries can charge. What a delicious irony. Huge amounts of money spent for the right for the state to look over your shoulder, as you compete with the black market. Our little outdoor trip, you know, The shit grown in the sun?The real Hawaiian Weed? It'll still be the best in town.
And best of all? The days get nothing but longer from here!
Anyway....
You know how this usually works. If this was gonna follow pattern I should be wrapping this up and working on the next installment's title and intro. But I'm just too fuckin' lazy. So this time we'll just keep this one alive into 2016. Maybe beyond.
Josey..... Chance of recreational here? Same as it snowing at the beach. It won't happen.
Weez... I do believe we are seeing the same thing. It makes no sense... welcome to Hawaii.
Is it Christmas time already? Fuck! It doesn't seem like a year.
This one went by fast. And it's a good thing too, as years go.... this one sucked. They say that what doesn't kill you makes you strong, if that be the case, I be fuckin' Superman!
Before I flush this for the last time, I want to go back and examine what went in the bowl, one last time.
Yes, You know it, I know it.... Everyone knows it.
My list.
My list of fuckups. I shouldn't be, but I am. I'm kinda proud. No one person should be allowed to screw things up so totally, yet suffer very little consequence from the mess he left behind. Let's begin;
The Weather..... An El Nino year. Here we got lucky. Fifteen named storms, every one missed. Look at a map of where those storms went, they went EVERYWHERE except ontop of us. But just about everyone of them dragged rain up from the South. August, September and October were the wettest on record. We got well over 10 inches in each of those months.
The Borg incident. This ones a beaut. You know how it goes. You get Borg, you share Borg, all your friends are not happy with you for awhile. Even better, rather than climbing on it at first sign, I am kinda not sure, so things gotta get bad before it gets fixed.....
And did I ever fix things!
With Roundup!
Fix it all, the cloneroom is looking good, so we gotta go and fuck it up again. I got some Eagle in a container that had residual Roundup leftover in it. So I went and killed half the clones and fried the rest.
Unfuck it all again, then the rain came.
And we can't forget the ripoffs. Six cracks, four successful to a degree.
And after all that... What the fuck do you have to be proud about?
Just one fact.
I'm still here.
And along comes the fun part. The back half of an El Nino.
It rained twice in November. Once so far in December. The green grass is starting to dry out. If you were to look at a weather map it would look like a normal Summer pattern.....but it's the dead of Winter. This last pull in December is some of the best looking weed I have seen all of this year.
My thief, Baby Huey, has been absent. Don't know what happened, but he has yet to pay me the visit. I have heard rumors, but either way he has evaporated. Don't know if that is permanent of just a temporary thing. Granted, some of his acolytes may know about this, but Baby Huey is the key to get past the first set of dogs. I also beefed up the system to look out at the approaches, so not only do I hear it when they hit the plants, I hear it before that, when they come over the fence.... before they ever get near to them.
Then some iceing on the cake. It looks very much like this dispensary bill has a small puka in it. Ya' gotta do it inside! If they can't grow outside why the fuck even bother to do it at all? Should that hold, our little outdoor niche is safe. The price of Mainland weed flown here will cap what the dispensaries can charge. What a delicious irony. Huge amounts of money spent for the right for the state to look over your shoulder, as you compete with the black market. Our little outdoor trip, you know, The shit grown in the sun?The real Hawaiian Weed? It'll still be the best in town.
And best of all? The days get nothing but longer from here!
Anyway....
You know how this usually works. If this was gonna follow pattern I should be wrapping this up and working on the next installment's title and intro. But I'm just too fuckin' lazy. So this time we'll just keep this one alive into 2016. Maybe beyond.
Josey..... Chance of recreational here? Same as it snowing at the beach. It won't happen.
Weez... I do believe we are seeing the same thing. It makes no sense... welcome to Hawaii.
Mele Kalikimaka I have the force guarding my plants. Hope the best for you this next year. Aloha DB
Merry Christmas ya fukkas
Hope you guys had a great New Years! I went to see my Doc on Dec 6th and DOH has a new program for cards. The patent fills out all info on line and pays the 38 then gives that to the Doc. Cards get sent to me direct. I got my new card on the 28th.
We never say the GH gang over here for a long time.
The weather seems to be better hope it stays NOAA says modesty dryer for Jan. Great beach weather, or for our side rock beach lol.
Aloha DB
We never say the GH gang over here for a long time.
The weather seems to be better hope it stays NOAA says modesty dryer for Jan. Great beach weather, or for our side rock beach lol.
Aloha DB
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Aloha DB, looks like you was across the street from my old hale. Did you still have to pay your Doc the full fee for a visit?
hippietrapsoul
New member
a prosperous new year to you and yours brother
FlyinHawaiian
Member
aye wuzzup everyone, happy new years! 
Cuts You Up
Cuts You Up
OK guys... Happy New Year.
Well, If you have been following this tale so far, you know how it works, it's pretty much either a whine or a gloat. Most of the time on the little trip we call life, ya get more shit than sunshine.... so whine it is. And last year, you don't know how good it sounds, is last year, NOT this year.
I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say
There is a reason, no matter how stupid, of why I start a new story each year. Each year is a separate entity, standing alone, ending with the year. Whatever happens, happens, but you get to eventually turn the page. Last year sucked, and I don't want it to bleed all over this year. Simple as that.
But.....
Unlike most years, there was a choice at this years end. I could either harvest as planned and take my first decent harvest of the old year.....kinda like a nice sweet cherry on a pile of shit or, I could wait a few more days and make it the first decent harvest of 2016.
Effectively dumping 2015 into the dustbin of history. Nothing, and I do mean nothing good came of that year. What I made, I did the hard way.
You know the way it twists and turns
Changing color, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up, it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it gold?
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
Since I have already pulled the gulch, and pulled the deck, and pulled the front garden, and even pulled the few in case of emergency, that we don't talk about, I can say this year is starting off nothing like last year did.
Sorry, but I have been waiting awhile for this. An entire fuckin' disaster of a year waiting for this. Now, finally, we get to the good part. The proverbial golden goose, a dry Winter. Think of Summer, in December. It has gotten as good as it could possibly get. And if it follows pattern, and it will, say hello to the drought, coming soon to an island near you....
So, this year looks to be not just good, this has the makings of great. But to do great..... you gotta go the extra mile.
Yeah on and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk... cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind
The way this works is that very few times does everything dovetail so wonderfully. And when they do, you gotta go for it. It's about time we have a talk about cheating. I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I am a big fan of cheating. And when everything sets itself up for perfection, you better be ready to grab it.
There are times where the odds are good that this can be pulled off. The first few months of the new year are the best. Especially this year. As a rule they don't fly until the first week of April. For the next 12 weeks nobody is gonna be taking a peek into our gardens. So you could make the most out of this.... or not. It's all up to you.
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place.
It ain't like your gonna get to keep doing this, this way. Change is coming. It could be better than it is now. It could also be worse. Or it could all be tied up in court for years, we don't know.
What I can tell you with some degree of certainty is that this year will be special. We already slogged through the hard wet part. Now all it is, is a matter of keeping the self-inflicted mistakes to a minimum. Keep the garden full, and the sun will do the rest.
And now I find the special kind
You, yourself, like sun through blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
It's okay... it goes this way
The line is thin, it twists away
Cuts you up, It throws about
Keep you walking, but never shout...
This is not a normal Winter. In a normal Winter we average two and a half, maybe three a plant. This Winter with no rain and full sun it's closer to four, four and a half. Now that we are slowly starting to work with longer days, it'll just get better.
It has been cold though. We woke up to 45 last morning. And it won't much warmer this morning either. What what it will be is sunny and dry for the rest of the week. And that just....
Cuts you up.....
Cuts You Up
OK guys... Happy New Year.
Well, If you have been following this tale so far, you know how it works, it's pretty much either a whine or a gloat. Most of the time on the little trip we call life, ya get more shit than sunshine.... so whine it is. And last year, you don't know how good it sounds, is last year, NOT this year.
I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say
There is a reason, no matter how stupid, of why I start a new story each year. Each year is a separate entity, standing alone, ending with the year. Whatever happens, happens, but you get to eventually turn the page. Last year sucked, and I don't want it to bleed all over this year. Simple as that.
But.....
Unlike most years, there was a choice at this years end. I could either harvest as planned and take my first decent harvest of the old year.....kinda like a nice sweet cherry on a pile of shit or, I could wait a few more days and make it the first decent harvest of 2016.
Effectively dumping 2015 into the dustbin of history. Nothing, and I do mean nothing good came of that year. What I made, I did the hard way.
You know the way it twists and turns
Changing color, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up, it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it gold?
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
Since I have already pulled the gulch, and pulled the deck, and pulled the front garden, and even pulled the few in case of emergency, that we don't talk about, I can say this year is starting off nothing like last year did.
Sorry, but I have been waiting awhile for this. An entire fuckin' disaster of a year waiting for this. Now, finally, we get to the good part. The proverbial golden goose, a dry Winter. Think of Summer, in December. It has gotten as good as it could possibly get. And if it follows pattern, and it will, say hello to the drought, coming soon to an island near you....
So, this year looks to be not just good, this has the makings of great. But to do great..... you gotta go the extra mile.
Yeah on and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk... cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
When all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind
The way this works is that very few times does everything dovetail so wonderfully. And when they do, you gotta go for it. It's about time we have a talk about cheating. I'm sure it comes as no surprise that I am a big fan of cheating. And when everything sets itself up for perfection, you better be ready to grab it.
There are times where the odds are good that this can be pulled off. The first few months of the new year are the best. Especially this year. As a rule they don't fly until the first week of April. For the next 12 weeks nobody is gonna be taking a peek into our gardens. So you could make the most out of this.... or not. It's all up to you.
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
To conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
With mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place.
It ain't like your gonna get to keep doing this, this way. Change is coming. It could be better than it is now. It could also be worse. Or it could all be tied up in court for years, we don't know.
What I can tell you with some degree of certainty is that this year will be special. We already slogged through the hard wet part. Now all it is, is a matter of keeping the self-inflicted mistakes to a minimum. Keep the garden full, and the sun will do the rest.
And now I find the special kind
You, yourself, like sun through blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
It's okay... it goes this way
The line is thin, it twists away
Cuts you up, It throws about
Keep you walking, but never shout...
This is not a normal Winter. In a normal Winter we average two and a half, maybe three a plant. This Winter with no rain and full sun it's closer to four, four and a half. Now that we are slowly starting to work with longer days, it'll just get better.
It has been cold though. We woke up to 45 last morning. And it won't much warmer this morning either. What what it will be is sunny and dry for the rest of the week. And that just....
Cuts you up.....
Random Stupidity....
Random Stupidity....
A lot has happened, far too much for me to cover, in the detail I'd like.....or even in what order.
Sugar died last week. I'm still trying to wrap my brain around that.
Rather than make you read the whole godamn post to find out who sugar is..... it ain't a who. HC&S announced that they are shutting down sugar by the end of this year. This alone has big repercussions for those of us that live here. I can, and will, devote more than one more post to this. But at this moment, it is more like an old friend announced that he is terminal. It takes some time to process.
El Nino continues....
The weather has been so sweet. Since last post... solid sun. It's like Winter has been canceled. Last January I took one plant all month. This January we've taken 19. Better still, with all sun and no cloudy and rainy days yields are twice what they are in a usual Winter.
Those of you playing at home know about Baby Huey. For those of you new to this, he is my thief. I thought he was gone. I was wrong.
Story time.
Late last year, I thought the best way to make our thief show his face was to give him a target so tempting he could not resist hitting me. My timing had already been shot, so rather than run two or more waves of plants in the gulch, I just ran one BIG one. They were all scheduled to be taken at Christmas, but I let them go longer, both as bait, and because the weather was perfect, and as I mentioned in the last post I wanted to start the year off right.
And I did! On Monday I took the last of the barrage. Replanted the whole thing too. The only thing of value in the gulch was nothing. There were three young clones, a month to go. Monday evening a friend comes over, wifey comes out (she seldom does) we talk story, the alarm is off (nothing to steal), the dogs all pile up around the gate waiting for us to come back in.
I come back in, walk out to the gulch to turn off the water, the three young plants are gone.
Let's talk about timing. If I got to I'll trade three young plants for 19 mature ones all day long..... but I shouldn't have to. I do believe history has a lesson here to teach, should we bother to look.
There are safety in numbers. Rather than watch the gulch all the time, and try to run plants through in groups of three and four, I now have kinda replanted the gulch all at once. As the entire group gets ripe, and its' value as a target increases, we can step up our vigilance.
Looking back, there were a couple of times just before New Years where the dogs went nuts at the fence. It could have been deer, it could have been fireworks, believe me, there were enough this year, but either way our lights went on and flashlights followed. It wasn't until I said there is nothing worth stealing here than we got stolen from. What's the lesson here?
Don't listen to me! Ever!
Soon to begin is the MMJ program. Apps should be in. i's dotted, t's crossed. Soon, very soon, people the show will begin!
Get your popcorn ready.... it should be entertaining. We will soon find out how badly the state of Hawaii can, and will, fuck this up.
And the last thing I wanted to bring up is End Games.
Sweet Jeebus! what brought this up?
I guess it's the demise of sugar. Those fields of green represented something to me. I knew, deep in my heart, that should something bad happen, should it all be taken away, I could start again, just like I did decades ago, in the cane. Call it what you will, a weird safety blanket, it was always a road that could be taken.
Not anymore.
Everyone makes the same mistake. Always the end game. They don't have one. Sure, they can open strong, and maybe keep up, but how do you get away with the rest of your life. You gonna do this forever? What happens when the island you love changes so much you no longer recognize her as the place you grew up?
You had better have a plan, because nothing lasts forever. That's called an end game. Better to have a few stashed and never used than don't have one when it is needed.
Random Stupidity....
A lot has happened, far too much for me to cover, in the detail I'd like.....or even in what order.
Sugar died last week. I'm still trying to wrap my brain around that.
Rather than make you read the whole godamn post to find out who sugar is..... it ain't a who. HC&S announced that they are shutting down sugar by the end of this year. This alone has big repercussions for those of us that live here. I can, and will, devote more than one more post to this. But at this moment, it is more like an old friend announced that he is terminal. It takes some time to process.
El Nino continues....
The weather has been so sweet. Since last post... solid sun. It's like Winter has been canceled. Last January I took one plant all month. This January we've taken 19. Better still, with all sun and no cloudy and rainy days yields are twice what they are in a usual Winter.
Those of you playing at home know about Baby Huey. For those of you new to this, he is my thief. I thought he was gone. I was wrong.
Story time.
Late last year, I thought the best way to make our thief show his face was to give him a target so tempting he could not resist hitting me. My timing had already been shot, so rather than run two or more waves of plants in the gulch, I just ran one BIG one. They were all scheduled to be taken at Christmas, but I let them go longer, both as bait, and because the weather was perfect, and as I mentioned in the last post I wanted to start the year off right.
And I did! On Monday I took the last of the barrage. Replanted the whole thing too. The only thing of value in the gulch was nothing. There were three young clones, a month to go. Monday evening a friend comes over, wifey comes out (she seldom does) we talk story, the alarm is off (nothing to steal), the dogs all pile up around the gate waiting for us to come back in.
I come back in, walk out to the gulch to turn off the water, the three young plants are gone.
Let's talk about timing. If I got to I'll trade three young plants for 19 mature ones all day long..... but I shouldn't have to. I do believe history has a lesson here to teach, should we bother to look.
There are safety in numbers. Rather than watch the gulch all the time, and try to run plants through in groups of three and four, I now have kinda replanted the gulch all at once. As the entire group gets ripe, and its' value as a target increases, we can step up our vigilance.
Looking back, there were a couple of times just before New Years where the dogs went nuts at the fence. It could have been deer, it could have been fireworks, believe me, there were enough this year, but either way our lights went on and flashlights followed. It wasn't until I said there is nothing worth stealing here than we got stolen from. What's the lesson here?
Don't listen to me! Ever!
Soon to begin is the MMJ program. Apps should be in. i's dotted, t's crossed. Soon, very soon, people the show will begin!
Get your popcorn ready.... it should be entertaining. We will soon find out how badly the state of Hawaii can, and will, fuck this up.
And the last thing I wanted to bring up is End Games.
Sweet Jeebus! what brought this up?
I guess it's the demise of sugar. Those fields of green represented something to me. I knew, deep in my heart, that should something bad happen, should it all be taken away, I could start again, just like I did decades ago, in the cane. Call it what you will, a weird safety blanket, it was always a road that could be taken.
Not anymore.
Everyone makes the same mistake. Always the end game. They don't have one. Sure, they can open strong, and maybe keep up, but how do you get away with the rest of your life. You gonna do this forever? What happens when the island you love changes so much you no longer recognize her as the place you grew up?
You had better have a plan, because nothing lasts forever. That's called an end game. Better to have a few stashed and never used than don't have one when it is needed.
Oh I so know how you feel. My uncle lost his job when Hawi Mill closed . I miss flying in and seeing fields of green it would make me feel like home. Now houses are going up and all mills are close long time ago. You guys had the last splash of old Hawaii. A era gone.
Bra enough of Baby Huey go take the boys and pay him a visit you have been way to nice.
He needs some cracks.But I could be wrong. It just makes me mad. We are having some rain today , first this year. Aloha DB
Bra enough of Baby Huey go take the boys and pay him a visit you have been way to nice.
He needs some cracks.But I could be wrong. It just makes me mad. We are having some rain today , first this year. Aloha DB
Grass has been looking greener over there lately. Hope the rip situation falls on your side sooner than later man.
More Random Nonsense.....
More Random Nonsense.....
OK... Time to lay all the cards out on the table.
Like most every chore in my life, I'd like someone else to fix the problem. If I gotta do this it's gonna get messy. Obviously, it is time to plant some lead into Baby Huey. I have both the means, and method all set out, all I am lacking is opportunity, which I think will soon present itself. But once lead is planted, chances are good it is gonna have to be removed. And you know what that means.
Baby Huey sings.
The second I pull the trigger, the cheating shit has to come to an end. Since no "chemical reaction" was used, I don't really know how much of a hard on they are gonna have for me, but I would expect a search warrant. That means I gotta clean the fuck out of this house and upend the whole trip looking over my shoulder... for god only knows how long.
Done as planned, I won't be seen. It won't happen on my property. The cops will know who did it and why, but there are no witnesses, and I will only be answering questions through my attorney. They will know it all, but be able to prove nothing, and that's the best case. Worst case is I get seen, or fuck up somehow, like putting it all down on this log.
Or.....
Let's look at our thief for a minute.
You do not grow weed in the canefields for 25 years without learning a few thing about theft and thieves. From both sides. There are smart thieves and not so smart thieves. This guy came in the middle of the night in a thunderstorm (brilliant) with a brokeassed headlamp, which died just as he got into the gulch (idiot). He proceeded to flail around blind, finding and stealing two immature plant, while missing at least 5 ready plants all around him. The only time he stung me was the first one. The rest have been amateur hour.
This last time he would have been far better served by walking away and letting me have the three he stole. Then come back 60 days from that day, with me thinking the problem was over, then hit me hard, because my guard would have been down. Instead he has me back to DefCon 1. Now, I fully expect we will see him an a month or so. This last experience also told me he isn't casing out the garden. Strictly hit and run.
So, what do you do? Allow an inept thief to steal young weed from you, and keep in mind when the plants all run together, that's gonna make it much harder to do, or just shoot the son of a bitch, be done with it, and have a possible crapload of pissed off cops swarming all over your shit? Who knows? They may look at it like there was no human involved, and say fuck it. Or they may not. Once that box is opened....I know not what be inside.
And the thief is an icehead. As a rule, they don't have a long shelf life. Plus just about everything he swiped has been heavily sprayed with Eagle 20/20 and he has gotta be feeling the effects of smoking that shit soon.
Looking at the two extremes, I'd prefer to keep him out of the gulch and see if we can work around him. At least give that a try. Right now it appears to be, by far the cheaper solution. I will say as these events go on patterns are established. Baby Huey is following a pattern now that could come back to bite him. But that is one of those right place right time situations that seldom land right.
As for the old style, grabbing the boys, going over to his house and calling him out, or dragging him out, then beating the living shit out of him in his front yard won't fly either. Nowdays everyone has a phone, cops will come, everyone goes jail. BI you can get away with that, here are too many people.
This, like everything else will resolve itself. Give me 22 mature plants and you can take three young ones? Yes, it was 19, but I took the last 3 while no one was looking.....
I'm OK with that.
For now.
More Random Nonsense.....
OK... Time to lay all the cards out on the table.
Like most every chore in my life, I'd like someone else to fix the problem. If I gotta do this it's gonna get messy. Obviously, it is time to plant some lead into Baby Huey. I have both the means, and method all set out, all I am lacking is opportunity, which I think will soon present itself. But once lead is planted, chances are good it is gonna have to be removed. And you know what that means.
Baby Huey sings.
The second I pull the trigger, the cheating shit has to come to an end. Since no "chemical reaction" was used, I don't really know how much of a hard on they are gonna have for me, but I would expect a search warrant. That means I gotta clean the fuck out of this house and upend the whole trip looking over my shoulder... for god only knows how long.
Done as planned, I won't be seen. It won't happen on my property. The cops will know who did it and why, but there are no witnesses, and I will only be answering questions through my attorney. They will know it all, but be able to prove nothing, and that's the best case. Worst case is I get seen, or fuck up somehow, like putting it all down on this log.
Or.....
Let's look at our thief for a minute.
You do not grow weed in the canefields for 25 years without learning a few thing about theft and thieves. From both sides. There are smart thieves and not so smart thieves. This guy came in the middle of the night in a thunderstorm (brilliant) with a brokeassed headlamp, which died just as he got into the gulch (idiot). He proceeded to flail around blind, finding and stealing two immature plant, while missing at least 5 ready plants all around him. The only time he stung me was the first one. The rest have been amateur hour.
This last time he would have been far better served by walking away and letting me have the three he stole. Then come back 60 days from that day, with me thinking the problem was over, then hit me hard, because my guard would have been down. Instead he has me back to DefCon 1. Now, I fully expect we will see him an a month or so. This last experience also told me he isn't casing out the garden. Strictly hit and run.
So, what do you do? Allow an inept thief to steal young weed from you, and keep in mind when the plants all run together, that's gonna make it much harder to do, or just shoot the son of a bitch, be done with it, and have a possible crapload of pissed off cops swarming all over your shit? Who knows? They may look at it like there was no human involved, and say fuck it. Or they may not. Once that box is opened....I know not what be inside.
And the thief is an icehead. As a rule, they don't have a long shelf life. Plus just about everything he swiped has been heavily sprayed with Eagle 20/20 and he has gotta be feeling the effects of smoking that shit soon.
Looking at the two extremes, I'd prefer to keep him out of the gulch and see if we can work around him. At least give that a try. Right now it appears to be, by far the cheaper solution. I will say as these events go on patterns are established. Baby Huey is following a pattern now that could come back to bite him. But that is one of those right place right time situations that seldom land right.
As for the old style, grabbing the boys, going over to his house and calling him out, or dragging him out, then beating the living shit out of him in his front yard won't fly either. Nowdays everyone has a phone, cops will come, everyone goes jail. BI you can get away with that, here are too many people.
This, like everything else will resolve itself. Give me 22 mature plants and you can take three young ones? Yes, it was 19, but I took the last 3 while no one was looking.....
I'm OK with that.
For now.
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