Thanks for the GH report. You be right life is short, my condolences.
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Another Crappy Day in Paradise..... Do it Again.
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Mahalo OH.
That just might save a few oldies.
Bikes are killers, streets or dirt .
When your reflexes slow and your eyes start to go it's just a matter of time.
My manager at Intel once said to me. "Of all the friends I've known that rode bikes, you are the only one still alive.
I just grinned.
A month later I was paralyzed and comatose in Stanford ICU.
Almost killed my wife too. She was on the back.
You'd think that, or the 3 years rehab, would have been a wake up.
Nope.
But when we got to Hawaii, I took the driver's test and failed the motorcycle endorsement.
They asked if I wanted to re-take it.
Finally had to face real world limitations and admit to ageing.
Declined the offer, sold the bike.
Not afraid of dying personally, but finally realized how much pain it causes the people that love you.
You have my understanding and sympathy.
As do all of Bobby's family and friends.
If you just want to vent, call me, I can be a good listener.
Damn! I hope that someone gets what you just said and gives up their bike when it's time to do so.
Aloha,
W.
That just might save a few oldies.
Bikes are killers, streets or dirt .
When your reflexes slow and your eyes start to go it's just a matter of time.
My manager at Intel once said to me. "Of all the friends I've known that rode bikes, you are the only one still alive.
I just grinned.
A month later I was paralyzed and comatose in Stanford ICU.
Almost killed my wife too. She was on the back.
You'd think that, or the 3 years rehab, would have been a wake up.
Nope.
But when we got to Hawaii, I took the driver's test and failed the motorcycle endorsement.
They asked if I wanted to re-take it.
Finally had to face real world limitations and admit to ageing.
Declined the offer, sold the bike.
Not afraid of dying personally, but finally realized how much pain it causes the people that love you.
You have my understanding and sympathy.
As do all of Bobby's family and friends.
If you just want to vent, call me, I can be a good listener.
Damn! I hope that someone gets what you just said and gives up their bike when it's time to do so.
Aloha,
W.
My condolences OH, that's a tough one when you see them the day of.
Sad to hear about your loss
My condolences
My condolences
Fascination Street......
Fascination Street......
It's been one hell of a week. And we aren't even half way through.
Never did this before. Harvest, straight to the compost pile. Usually I can find some value in the mess, hell, I take pride in the fact I can scrape something from nothing, but in this case, not this time. Two Super Silver haze, a Tiger tits, and a Lemon Penetrator, done. So molded out they went straight from where they were growing/rotting into the compost pit with all the dog shit.
I don't know, we probably got at least two inches of hard rain today. Add that to yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and well, you get the picture. I can't begin to explain how irritating it is to start every day sunny and nice, knowing that by noon it's gonna be total shit. Ya got maybe four hours to do everything that needs to be done.
And of course, this is a local weather thing. The rest of the island is beautiful.... just here it sucks
Oh, it's opening time down on fascination street.
So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit.
Because I feel it all fading, and paling, and I'm begging,
to drag you down with me.
To kick the last nail in.
Poor Bobby.... That's so fucked up. His house and land are worth close to seven figures, and nothing brings out the bloodsuckers like an untimely death. No will. One big ugly mess for the lawyers to straighten out..... at $350 an hour.
His last hour went something like this. He didn't ride that day. Too wet. Showed up at a party at his Aunts in the afternoon, hung around for an hour, seemed to be in a good mood, and then left for home. Dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and slippers.
Left on the main road about 200 yards, next right up the hill for another 200 yards, and for some unknown reason past his house. Then he went into a tight 90 degree turn then pegged it. Straight into the telephone pole 60 yards past his house. Looks like he laid the bike down but the hit it hard, the pole has a mean gouge taken out of it. The people at the party heard is bike go through the gears two times, then the start of third set all went suddenly quiet. They didn't hear the crash. But the way the sound ended got a couple of the partygoers to wander up the street to see what happened. They arrived about the same time the ambulance and cops did. From what they saw I expect that he died on impact with the pole. His entire left side from the hip down was shattered. The paramedics were doing a CPR bag and tag on him.
Even worse, come to find out that bike was the same one that the Mike Psyche was riding when the Haoles he ripped off caught up with him and he lost it, crashing into the guardrail. The only reason that dude is still alive as a paraplegic today is that an ambulance was passing by and saw him laying there. So that bike killed Bobby and crippled Mike.
Who the fuck needs guns? Just leave a few Enduros lying around. Weed the inexperienced and the thieves right out.
Yeah, I like you in that, like I like you to scream.
But if you open your mouth then I can't be responsible,
For quite what goes in, or to care what comes out.
So just put on your hair.
Just put on your pout.
So, your buddy's dead, and your plants are literally rotting right in front of your face..... what else could go wrong?
Your not gonna believe this.
We got a new dog. More like we have a small black furry pile of problems wifey found wandering the street. Of course it has to be a girl, and worthless too. Rather than socialize her with the pack wifey seems to think the best course is to keep her in the kennel. This is starting to cause all kinds of problems with the other dogs, and we're soon gonna have a fight, which, of course, will be my fault.
There is one small ray of sunshine. Besides all the shit that went into the compost pile, there were six Skunkdog plants that made it! Unlike the rest of the girls, Skunkdogs are practically indestructible. It can rain on them until hell freezes over and they come right through. So it ain't a total loss. With the fast start and good weather in the early part of the year I am way ahead of where I should be in a normal year. I can afford to lose a round. But not two.
And tomorrow everything gets replanted.
So we try this again.
And let's move to the beat like we know that it's over.
If you slip going under,slip over my shoulder.
So just put on your face
Just put on your fear
And let's hit opening time down on fascination street.
Fascination Street......
It's been one hell of a week. And we aren't even half way through.
Never did this before. Harvest, straight to the compost pile. Usually I can find some value in the mess, hell, I take pride in the fact I can scrape something from nothing, but in this case, not this time. Two Super Silver haze, a Tiger tits, and a Lemon Penetrator, done. So molded out they went straight from where they were growing/rotting into the compost pit with all the dog shit.
I don't know, we probably got at least two inches of hard rain today. Add that to yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and well, you get the picture. I can't begin to explain how irritating it is to start every day sunny and nice, knowing that by noon it's gonna be total shit. Ya got maybe four hours to do everything that needs to be done.
And of course, this is a local weather thing. The rest of the island is beautiful.... just here it sucks
Oh, it's opening time down on fascination street.
So let's cut the conversation and get out for a bit.
Because I feel it all fading, and paling, and I'm begging,
to drag you down with me.
To kick the last nail in.
Poor Bobby.... That's so fucked up. His house and land are worth close to seven figures, and nothing brings out the bloodsuckers like an untimely death. No will. One big ugly mess for the lawyers to straighten out..... at $350 an hour.
His last hour went something like this. He didn't ride that day. Too wet. Showed up at a party at his Aunts in the afternoon, hung around for an hour, seemed to be in a good mood, and then left for home. Dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and slippers.
Left on the main road about 200 yards, next right up the hill for another 200 yards, and for some unknown reason past his house. Then he went into a tight 90 degree turn then pegged it. Straight into the telephone pole 60 yards past his house. Looks like he laid the bike down but the hit it hard, the pole has a mean gouge taken out of it. The people at the party heard is bike go through the gears two times, then the start of third set all went suddenly quiet. They didn't hear the crash. But the way the sound ended got a couple of the partygoers to wander up the street to see what happened. They arrived about the same time the ambulance and cops did. From what they saw I expect that he died on impact with the pole. His entire left side from the hip down was shattered. The paramedics were doing a CPR bag and tag on him.
Even worse, come to find out that bike was the same one that the Mike Psyche was riding when the Haoles he ripped off caught up with him and he lost it, crashing into the guardrail. The only reason that dude is still alive as a paraplegic today is that an ambulance was passing by and saw him laying there. So that bike killed Bobby and crippled Mike.
Who the fuck needs guns? Just leave a few Enduros lying around. Weed the inexperienced and the thieves right out.
Yeah, I like you in that, like I like you to scream.
But if you open your mouth then I can't be responsible,
For quite what goes in, or to care what comes out.
So just put on your hair.
Just put on your pout.
So, your buddy's dead, and your plants are literally rotting right in front of your face..... what else could go wrong?
Your not gonna believe this.
We got a new dog. More like we have a small black furry pile of problems wifey found wandering the street. Of course it has to be a girl, and worthless too. Rather than socialize her with the pack wifey seems to think the best course is to keep her in the kennel. This is starting to cause all kinds of problems with the other dogs, and we're soon gonna have a fight, which, of course, will be my fault.
There is one small ray of sunshine. Besides all the shit that went into the compost pile, there were six Skunkdog plants that made it! Unlike the rest of the girls, Skunkdogs are practically indestructible. It can rain on them until hell freezes over and they come right through. So it ain't a total loss. With the fast start and good weather in the early part of the year I am way ahead of where I should be in a normal year. I can afford to lose a round. But not two.
And tomorrow everything gets replanted.
So we try this again.
And let's move to the beat like we know that it's over.
If you slip going under,slip over my shoulder.
So just put on your face
Just put on your fear
And let's hit opening time down on fascination street.
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Skunkdogs save the day, bummer on the rest of the compost additions. Better luck next go for sure.
I have a habit of occasionally checking out cannabis related posts on craigslist and came across this guy who wants to sell the rights to his photos of cannabis culture on Maui in the 70's. He has some of them up in lower resolution on his website here: http://mauitales.com/images/weed.swf
Pretty cool images and thought you guys might enjoy them. If you peruse his website a little bit theres some more images as well. Have a good memorial day weekend everyone.
Pretty cool images and thought you guys might enjoy them. If you peruse his website a little bit theres some more images as well. Have a good memorial day weekend everyone.
Sorry to hear, oldhaole. You cant think it now, but this story may save someone from the same fate.
Ill use this to approach my Vet buddy. He just bought a on/off road bike - his 1st in 30 yrs. He cant even lift it if it fell on him.
Hes had heart surgery after a heart attack, 2 minor strokes, amputated toes and 2 surgeries to remove his intestines due to crohns disease - oh, and rods and screws in his spine.
He can barely push the thing out of his garage! Hes been down the road on it a few times and admits that its scary. However, hes still talking about wheelies and taking it off-road.
So, ill use this to try to steer him away from his own encounter with a pole.
Thank you
Ill use this to approach my Vet buddy. He just bought a on/off road bike - his 1st in 30 yrs. He cant even lift it if it fell on him.
Hes had heart surgery after a heart attack, 2 minor strokes, amputated toes and 2 surgeries to remove his intestines due to crohns disease - oh, and rods and screws in his spine.
He can barely push the thing out of his garage! Hes been down the road on it a few times and admits that its scary. However, hes still talking about wheelies and taking it off-road.
So, ill use this to try to steer him away from his own encounter with a pole.
Thank you
I'm Only Happy When it Rains......
I'm Only Happy When it Rains......
There comes a certain point in every endeavor, where it becomes pointless to carry on.....
We ain't there yet. Did I getcha?
Seriously, doing nothing is an option. Just not one I'm gonna take.
So Bob, show us what's behind Door Number Two!
Oh No! It's a pile of jobs that need to get done! Also known as work! Too bad, we have some lovely parting gifts for you. The first gift is cutting the wrecked plants, then chucking them in the compost pile. Second gift is all the weeds that have to be yanked. No, not Rounded Up. The hard way. Who would have guessed a mere month of rain would have allowed them to get this tall? The third gift is a surprise! Dogs tore the shit out of a couple of planters.... there gonna need to be rebuilt. Even better, they got down to the waterlines and chewed the shit out of them too! Total redo. Happy days!
Get all that garbage done, and it starts to rain...... that's OK.... for the next month the rain is my friend. Bring it on!
I'm only happy when it rains.
I'm only happy when it's complicated.
And though I know you can't appreciate it.
I'm only happy when it rains.
You know I love it when the news is bad.
And why it feels so good to feel so sad.
I'm only happy when it rains.
Stopped raining. Wonderfuckinful!, the sun's out. Let's work in steam. No, it does get easier. Promise. We can do this on the cheap.
Wait, is there any other way?
Fourth gift was just that. A gift. I can't help but notice, I could dig these holes with my hand, the dirt is so soft. And I'm turning over all kinds of earthworms. Who the hell needs Foxfarm? Save money. We got everything we need right in front of us. So many empty planters, I can afford just to use the best ones. Dump sixteen of the eighteen on the floor of the clone room straight into the garden. Lucky those were ready. Thank the rain. As darkness fell, so did more rain.
But in one day I turned the rain from my enemy to my friend.
I'm only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I'm only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn't accidentally tell you that
I'm only happy when it rains
Next morning, up with the sun. Knew I forgot something. I forgot the fifth part of what was behind Door Number Two. In the last year the cover has regrown, and the bamboo is shading the garden from the early sun. Bust out the lopshears and level everything standing in the way of my precious sun.
That pretty much wraps up most of the weekend. Everything done, both gardens replanted right up to my numbers. This evening was graduation. Everything in the clone room has been moved up to larger pots, and we can look forward to our next task.
I'm only happy when it rains.
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
I'm riding high upon a deep depression.
I'm only happy when it rains.
Next up is a hellacious trimming/salvage job. But since there is very little behind this, it ain't like it has to be done now. I hear fish calling.
The planting the gulch garden as one wave came back to bite me. If the garden was planted in two waves a month apart, there would be a chance the younger half would have come through the wet May. Worse yet, unless I leave half unplanted for a month (not gonna happen) we're stuck here. It'll be either all great, or all shit.
Hey Bob! I gotta know. What's behind the curtain?
Kalo..... Nice find! Better yet, he wants to sell his story. Save your money. My story, though similar, is free. I pass the savings on to you.
Wild.... Your friend suffers from crackthethrottleitis. It's a hard bug to shake. The only cure is a bounce, and even then sometimes that doesn't fix it. Good Luck.
I'm Only Happy When it Rains......
There comes a certain point in every endeavor, where it becomes pointless to carry on.....
We ain't there yet. Did I getcha?
Seriously, doing nothing is an option. Just not one I'm gonna take.
So Bob, show us what's behind Door Number Two!
Oh No! It's a pile of jobs that need to get done! Also known as work! Too bad, we have some lovely parting gifts for you. The first gift is cutting the wrecked plants, then chucking them in the compost pile. Second gift is all the weeds that have to be yanked. No, not Rounded Up. The hard way. Who would have guessed a mere month of rain would have allowed them to get this tall? The third gift is a surprise! Dogs tore the shit out of a couple of planters.... there gonna need to be rebuilt. Even better, they got down to the waterlines and chewed the shit out of them too! Total redo. Happy days!
Get all that garbage done, and it starts to rain...... that's OK.... for the next month the rain is my friend. Bring it on!
I'm only happy when it rains.
I'm only happy when it's complicated.
And though I know you can't appreciate it.
I'm only happy when it rains.
You know I love it when the news is bad.
And why it feels so good to feel so sad.
I'm only happy when it rains.
Stopped raining. Wonderfuckinful!, the sun's out. Let's work in steam. No, it does get easier. Promise. We can do this on the cheap.
Wait, is there any other way?
Fourth gift was just that. A gift. I can't help but notice, I could dig these holes with my hand, the dirt is so soft. And I'm turning over all kinds of earthworms. Who the hell needs Foxfarm? Save money. We got everything we need right in front of us. So many empty planters, I can afford just to use the best ones. Dump sixteen of the eighteen on the floor of the clone room straight into the garden. Lucky those were ready. Thank the rain. As darkness fell, so did more rain.
But in one day I turned the rain from my enemy to my friend.
I'm only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
I'm only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn't accidentally tell you that
I'm only happy when it rains
Next morning, up with the sun. Knew I forgot something. I forgot the fifth part of what was behind Door Number Two. In the last year the cover has regrown, and the bamboo is shading the garden from the early sun. Bust out the lopshears and level everything standing in the way of my precious sun.
That pretty much wraps up most of the weekend. Everything done, both gardens replanted right up to my numbers. This evening was graduation. Everything in the clone room has been moved up to larger pots, and we can look forward to our next task.
I'm only happy when it rains.
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
I'm riding high upon a deep depression.
I'm only happy when it rains.
Next up is a hellacious trimming/salvage job. But since there is very little behind this, it ain't like it has to be done now. I hear fish calling.
The planting the gulch garden as one wave came back to bite me. If the garden was planted in two waves a month apart, there would be a chance the younger half would have come through the wet May. Worse yet, unless I leave half unplanted for a month (not gonna happen) we're stuck here. It'll be either all great, or all shit.
Hey Bob! I gotta know. What's behind the curtain?
Kalo..... Nice find! Better yet, he wants to sell his story. Save your money. My story, though similar, is free. I pass the savings on to you.
Wild.... Your friend suffers from crackthethrottleitis. It's a hard bug to shake. The only cure is a bounce, and even then sometimes that doesn't fix it. Good Luck.
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Shit Weezard and Kona is dry compared to me. I cut some herm plants a month ago and through them in the bush they are still alive lol
"LoamMaker"
Rare. Super Elite.Tightly held. not to be shared. pm me if interested.
Fast finisher. 23days average. Pure dank. Literally
Hard to grow in areas with less than 1/2" daily rainfall.
In those less than ideal areas some growers report instances of leaves spontaneously greening.
To prevent:mix one part morning dew to equal part volcanic sulfur dioxide
Foliar spray 24x daily until greening subsides.
High calyx to leaf ratio and soggy stem makes harvesting a breeze.
Highly recommended. Never buy a bag of soil again!
Rare. Super Elite.Tightly held. not to be shared. pm me if interested.
Fast finisher. 23days average. Pure dank. Literally
Hard to grow in areas with less than 1/2" daily rainfall.
In those less than ideal areas some growers report instances of leaves spontaneously greening.
To prevent:mix one part morning dew to equal part volcanic sulfur dioxide
Foliar spray 24x daily until greening subsides.
High calyx to leaf ratio and soggy stem makes harvesting a breeze.
Highly recommended. Never buy a bag of soil again!
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That is a very rare landrace. What a find, way to go Jack. I bet OH and G S will want this one.
Hey Big Island Guys.....
Yea, DB, Surfed, the entire rest of the peanut gallery, every single fuckin' last one of you morons (and I mean that only in a complimentary way). Listen up.
If what happened to us here this week happens to you there next week ya' got only yourselves to blame, because I'm gonna tell you what to do to get skipped over.
Green Harvest flew.
Remember when I said that the only way for the dispensaries to thrive is to step on us? Well, they did. Hard. This Green Harvest caught everybody with their pants down.
Don't you just hate to be right all the time?.... yea I know, it's a curse.
This is how it went. Pay attention. Learn from our losses.
If your plants are not tagged, there gone.
If you are even one over, there all gone.
If your numbers don't match, there all gone.
If they can't read the tag.....guess where they are..... that's right! there GONE!
If your not home,.... there may be gone.
Lastly, Lock it up. The cops are snoopy. They're twisting doorknobs to see what's inside.
Seriously, Off the top of my head I can name 10 grows that are no longer there. Down in Kihei on Thursday the cops were going door to door, while halfway down the street guys were running down the road, and over fences, with bales of fresh harvested weed flushed out in front of the choppers. If it was theirs or not I can't tell you.
Four or five choppers. Even the Coast Guard was up. Main actor in this play is the Black Puma. The Puma has the optics. It just hovers and checks out everything. Don't expect to hide shit in the shadows, it won't work. Ya gotta put something solid between the two. Behind the Puma are a Hughes 500 or two. Once the Puma spots something, the smaller Hughes sits on it until the ground crew gets there. They were running two, or even three ground crews.
You oldtimers remember what Green Harvest used to look like?
Yea, get ready for that.
Maui just lost maybe 15% of the product growing. Maybe more, because they didn't even bother to fly the jungles and canefields. They stuck to the Legal growers in residential neighborhoods. The fact that they were hovering right over houses didn't bother them. Usually it does.
Add to that we haven't had a good hard GH in two years added to the carnage. Of the 10 grows taken, two are in the fuck this noise category, they be done growing..... I doubt all but one will be able to get back to full steam quickly. The guys that got missed have heard about the guys that weren't, so they gonna put less in. Either way, the dispensary's have had their job done for them.
The flock has been sheared.
Yea, DB, Surfed, the entire rest of the peanut gallery, every single fuckin' last one of you morons (and I mean that only in a complimentary way). Listen up.
If what happened to us here this week happens to you there next week ya' got only yourselves to blame, because I'm gonna tell you what to do to get skipped over.
Green Harvest flew.
Remember when I said that the only way for the dispensaries to thrive is to step on us? Well, they did. Hard. This Green Harvest caught everybody with their pants down.
Don't you just hate to be right all the time?.... yea I know, it's a curse.
This is how it went. Pay attention. Learn from our losses.
If your plants are not tagged, there gone.
If you are even one over, there all gone.
If your numbers don't match, there all gone.
If they can't read the tag.....guess where they are..... that's right! there GONE!
If your not home,.... there may be gone.
Lastly, Lock it up. The cops are snoopy. They're twisting doorknobs to see what's inside.
Seriously, Off the top of my head I can name 10 grows that are no longer there. Down in Kihei on Thursday the cops were going door to door, while halfway down the street guys were running down the road, and over fences, with bales of fresh harvested weed flushed out in front of the choppers. If it was theirs or not I can't tell you.
Four or five choppers. Even the Coast Guard was up. Main actor in this play is the Black Puma. The Puma has the optics. It just hovers and checks out everything. Don't expect to hide shit in the shadows, it won't work. Ya gotta put something solid between the two. Behind the Puma are a Hughes 500 or two. Once the Puma spots something, the smaller Hughes sits on it until the ground crew gets there. They were running two, or even three ground crews.
You oldtimers remember what Green Harvest used to look like?
Yea, get ready for that.
Maui just lost maybe 15% of the product growing. Maybe more, because they didn't even bother to fly the jungles and canefields. They stuck to the Legal growers in residential neighborhoods. The fact that they were hovering right over houses didn't bother them. Usually it does.
Add to that we haven't had a good hard GH in two years added to the carnage. Of the 10 grows taken, two are in the fuck this noise category, they be done growing..... I doubt all but one will be able to get back to full steam quickly. The guys that got missed have heard about the guys that weren't, so they gonna put less in. Either way, the dispensary's have had their job done for them.
The flock has been sheared.
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Thanks for the heads up, hope your garden weathered the storm.
I'm hoping they just decided to blow their budget trying to make a big impact on one island instead of a half assed attempt on all islands, you guys did take home the cannabis belt after all...either way, I'm not gonna be the guy that finds out.
I'm hoping they just decided to blow their budget trying to make a big impact on one island instead of a half assed attempt on all islands, you guys did take home the cannabis belt after all...either way, I'm not gonna be the guy that finds out.
militia420
Active member
Blow their budget? This is likely going to be replicated across islands if it's to help the dispensaries make $$. Though I would expect the islands with the most dispensaries to have the biggest show.
I'm new to all this. Haven't been able to grow since 2010 due to health issues. I posted on one other Hawaii thread and haven't gotten a response yet so I'll ask again here and maybe someone can help me out.
The rain is intense in the fern forest. I think it would snap plants, if not, mold and rot seem like real possibilities. Greenhouses are clear magnets for the GH people. How the hell can any one have a successful grow outdoors in this area? I usually put 3-4 plants in an area near each other. I was thinking maybe some military camo netting would hide things to some degree while breaking up and reducing some of the rain intensity.
I'm desperate for tips here since I have a few 2 footers that are ready to be moved from near the house out in to the forest.
Any tips are appreciated.
Mahalo.
I would imagine a week long mission with 4-5 helicopters and multiple ground teams is not cheap and their budget is not unlimited.
Last year they did one big sweep on the BI and nabbed several thousand plants but I dont recall similar efforts taking place on the other islands. Usually they brag about their numbers in the newspapers afterwards.
I love Fern Forest, lived up there for a bit...but it is wet. You got to have strong lines to grow up there. You can build a greenhouse but then you will have greenhouse issues to deal with. Good genetics is really your only option.
militia420
Active member
I hope you're right. If there's no federal funding involved then this could be the case.
Any idea how frequently they nab guerrilla grows? I figure they probably have every person who got a license flagged for check ups. Those of us who ain't getting no stinking license to do what the law already allows us to do (lawyers/BAR members make bank off of converting rights into licensed privileges) would be more of a pain to nail unless we do something stupid and make our grows visible from the air.
Also, could you, or any one else, tell me what the typical grow seasons are here? I haven't been able to grow in years due to health issues and that's why I'm on the Islands.
I've been doing my best to locate hawaii based posters like old hoale who I've been reading to try to pick up whatever tips I can. It seems pretty clear that outdoor grows ain't all they cracked up to be over here with the humidity.
