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Another Crappy Day in Paradise....Embracing the Suck.
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Back Home in the Doghouse.....
Back Home in the Doghouse.....
I don't get it.... let me guess, that doesn't surprise you?
How does this work again? Tonite we're gonna talk about two of the dirty necessities of cropping. Dogs, and women. One you can trust, the other? not so much. But, both can be trained.
Wait!
Hey Stupid! Notice your in a minefield? You really want to go there?
Why not? It's 2 AM, and I feel the urge to chuck someone under the bus. I ain't sleeping in my bed, but that's just fine with me. See? I'm in the doghouse.
Now, I was gonna let all this crap slide away, was, now being the most important word. And you will also notice that instead of comming straight to the point, I like to dance around it, until everybody, including myself, is dizzy. Sorry, it's just the way it is.
Anyway, this has been the best year I've had since going legal. Everything flew, everything...except.... wifey booted her harvest. Now, before we condem her, because, you go the distance, you cross the finish line, we all know that.
Still, who amungst us has not seen what is comming down the pike, and not be a bit scared, no wrong word, intimidated, better, about the amount of work they know will need to get done. It ain't like I never did it, you probably have too. She FROZE UP. Choked, Siezed, Blew it, Failed. Two feet from the finish line
When the wave broke, I was a one man show....screw it, old news.
Get to now.
The neat thing about shoes is that they fit on other peoples feet.
Still dancing huh?
Tonite the worm turned. Hence the doghouse. She's trimming Gogi, going nowhere fast, and I'm ON FUCKIN VACATION. She asked for help, I pointed out that she was nowhere to be found when I needed help, so now would be a good time for a nap. There may have been a few other darts thrown, but no lies.
Hello Doghouse!
Wait, I'm not a sexist pig! I think women are great! Every man should own at least two!
KABOOM!!!!
Shall I write my own obituary? I can you know.
Honestly, my three new bedmates, two cute bitches, and one kinda hairless one....Come on Casper, I know your cracking up.... well I know they are warmer than the human model sleeping in the other room....at the moment.
Move on to safer topics.
Bitches! Let's talk about them!
Fuck....we almost need the wayback machine for this.
Back when we started this trip it was a different world. Getting caught would net you a decade in jail. An oz of Gold cost $350. An oz of decent weed went for $400. You were literally growing gold back then. Growing weed is dangerous. Stealing it? Way easier. Stealing it from a Haole? Even easier.
Another thing about an island, especially back then? Everyone knew your business. Still kinda that way. Unless every little crumb was exported, people that you didn't want to know, knew. Once you were known, you became a target.
Gun laws here are some of the nastiest in the nation. Illustration time.
Molokai. Late '70's Four Oahu animals are sent to Molokai to "talk" to a retired member of the same group. They land on Molokai, by the time they get to his house, out in the sticks, Molokai has told the retired guy what is comming his way.
Nobody really knows what happened next. End result, four dead Oahu animals, all armed, I would imagine the lone guy ambushed the four, but whatever, Self defense, right? Not here. Put on trial. Twice. Only thing that stuck was fellon in possesion of a gun, which ironicly, saved his life.
So no guns. Even if I could, I wouldn't. I don't think grow thieves should be shot. There are worse things. Legal worse things. But just the threat should keep the problems away. The island part helps, big time, too.
There may be one or two from the beginning, that remember when I started this we had 11 dogs. Seriously. My fence has been jumped twice, The first time by two guys that tried for the plants on the hedgeline, farthest from the house. They did manage to pull one patch before the dogs caught their scent.
That was fuckin' beautiful. My partner and I were smoking a joint when the Heeler let out this bark I had never heard before, and all 11 are crashing on the tile to get out the door. We run to the deck, see it all, Doberman in the lead, just a brown flash, behind her, 700 pounds of assorted mutts.
Dude looking towards us musta shit. He saw hell unleashed, hauling ass his way. Dropped everything, busted for the fence. He could have walked. It was the guy that had his back to the mutts that was in trouble. Way slower. All we saw was the Dobbie blasting him into the hedge. We knew he escaped. Eventually.
It gets better. Since the unplanned exit, stage left, they didn't plan to leave that way. The getaway car got left behind. What would you do? Yea, we did that.
There was another incident where the dogs treed a bunch of kids stealing Jacksons. But I'm sure if the ran across plants......
So. Two cracks. Both fails. Think island. Then the grapevine that says 'so and so has plants', which brought at least one of the two cracks on you, adds to it 'but his dogs are nuts! So and so almost got killed!' Then, your not so easy anymore. They go to easier hits. Other Haoles get it. They are fuckin petrified of dogs.
So, now we get left alone. Of the 11, five years passed, there is one left. And in that dog's life is a story, and a lesson. One day, I'll tell it. Just not now.
Needless to say, since all the old dogs died, we needed new mutts. Here I scored. I used to think terriers, mostly pitbulls were the way to go. Then I got these two. Three quarter hound, one quarter pit. Way smarter, faster, better watchdogs, and the two sisters don't want to tear each others faces off when they play.
I doubt I need them anymore. Times have changed. Weed cost half of what it did then. We all know what gold did. I actually ran a few years back with nothing but geriatric dogs. Maybe, you never know, the grapevine would telegraph that, and the next generation of punks would give me a try. So you always have to honor the threat, real or not.
It's time for me to curl up with my bitches now. Dawn's an hour out.
So, with all that done, I have one question.
Did you like the dance?
Back Home in the Doghouse.....
I don't get it.... let me guess, that doesn't surprise you?
How does this work again? Tonite we're gonna talk about two of the dirty necessities of cropping. Dogs, and women. One you can trust, the other? not so much. But, both can be trained.
Wait!
Hey Stupid! Notice your in a minefield? You really want to go there?
Why not? It's 2 AM, and I feel the urge to chuck someone under the bus. I ain't sleeping in my bed, but that's just fine with me. See? I'm in the doghouse.
Now, I was gonna let all this crap slide away, was, now being the most important word. And you will also notice that instead of comming straight to the point, I like to dance around it, until everybody, including myself, is dizzy. Sorry, it's just the way it is.
Anyway, this has been the best year I've had since going legal. Everything flew, everything...except.... wifey booted her harvest. Now, before we condem her, because, you go the distance, you cross the finish line, we all know that.
Still, who amungst us has not seen what is comming down the pike, and not be a bit scared, no wrong word, intimidated, better, about the amount of work they know will need to get done. It ain't like I never did it, you probably have too. She FROZE UP. Choked, Siezed, Blew it, Failed. Two feet from the finish line
When the wave broke, I was a one man show....screw it, old news.
Get to now.
The neat thing about shoes is that they fit on other peoples feet.
Still dancing huh?
Tonite the worm turned. Hence the doghouse. She's trimming Gogi, going nowhere fast, and I'm ON FUCKIN VACATION. She asked for help, I pointed out that she was nowhere to be found when I needed help, so now would be a good time for a nap. There may have been a few other darts thrown, but no lies.
Hello Doghouse!
Wait, I'm not a sexist pig! I think women are great! Every man should own at least two!
KABOOM!!!!
Shall I write my own obituary? I can you know.
Honestly, my three new bedmates, two cute bitches, and one kinda hairless one....Come on Casper, I know your cracking up.... well I know they are warmer than the human model sleeping in the other room....at the moment.
Move on to safer topics.
Bitches! Let's talk about them!
Fuck....we almost need the wayback machine for this.
Back when we started this trip it was a different world. Getting caught would net you a decade in jail. An oz of Gold cost $350. An oz of decent weed went for $400. You were literally growing gold back then. Growing weed is dangerous. Stealing it? Way easier. Stealing it from a Haole? Even easier.
Another thing about an island, especially back then? Everyone knew your business. Still kinda that way. Unless every little crumb was exported, people that you didn't want to know, knew. Once you were known, you became a target.
Gun laws here are some of the nastiest in the nation. Illustration time.
Molokai. Late '70's Four Oahu animals are sent to Molokai to "talk" to a retired member of the same group. They land on Molokai, by the time they get to his house, out in the sticks, Molokai has told the retired guy what is comming his way.
Nobody really knows what happened next. End result, four dead Oahu animals, all armed, I would imagine the lone guy ambushed the four, but whatever, Self defense, right? Not here. Put on trial. Twice. Only thing that stuck was fellon in possesion of a gun, which ironicly, saved his life.
So no guns. Even if I could, I wouldn't. I don't think grow thieves should be shot. There are worse things. Legal worse things. But just the threat should keep the problems away. The island part helps, big time, too.
There may be one or two from the beginning, that remember when I started this we had 11 dogs. Seriously. My fence has been jumped twice, The first time by two guys that tried for the plants on the hedgeline, farthest from the house. They did manage to pull one patch before the dogs caught their scent.
That was fuckin' beautiful. My partner and I were smoking a joint when the Heeler let out this bark I had never heard before, and all 11 are crashing on the tile to get out the door. We run to the deck, see it all, Doberman in the lead, just a brown flash, behind her, 700 pounds of assorted mutts.
Dude looking towards us musta shit. He saw hell unleashed, hauling ass his way. Dropped everything, busted for the fence. He could have walked. It was the guy that had his back to the mutts that was in trouble. Way slower. All we saw was the Dobbie blasting him into the hedge. We knew he escaped. Eventually.
It gets better. Since the unplanned exit, stage left, they didn't plan to leave that way. The getaway car got left behind. What would you do? Yea, we did that.
There was another incident where the dogs treed a bunch of kids stealing Jacksons. But I'm sure if the ran across plants......
So. Two cracks. Both fails. Think island. Then the grapevine that says 'so and so has plants', which brought at least one of the two cracks on you, adds to it 'but his dogs are nuts! So and so almost got killed!' Then, your not so easy anymore. They go to easier hits. Other Haoles get it. They are fuckin petrified of dogs.
So, now we get left alone. Of the 11, five years passed, there is one left. And in that dog's life is a story, and a lesson. One day, I'll tell it. Just not now.
Needless to say, since all the old dogs died, we needed new mutts. Here I scored. I used to think terriers, mostly pitbulls were the way to go. Then I got these two. Three quarter hound, one quarter pit. Way smarter, faster, better watchdogs, and the two sisters don't want to tear each others faces off when they play.
I doubt I need them anymore. Times have changed. Weed cost half of what it did then. We all know what gold did. I actually ran a few years back with nothing but geriatric dogs. Maybe, you never know, the grapevine would telegraph that, and the next generation of punks would give me a try. So you always have to honor the threat, real or not.
It's time for me to curl up with my bitches now. Dawn's an hour out.
So, with all that done, I have one question.
Did you like the dance?
flew my house 40m north of you...nothing to see...yet
looking forward to warmer climates and big sessions
Your right Dear
Your right Dear
Reminds me of time I wish I could forget but I can't, so if you don't mind I'll try and share and Hopefully it might help me be able to laugh at it all in the end. Anyhoodles.
Years ago when I was younger and more dumber me and my old hiking partner once had a disagreement about whether or not I could outrun an angry bear if we ever encountered one.
She said it was impossible.
I said that I thought I could.
While out hiking a few weeks later we unexpectedly had the opportunity to find out.
Turns out that when it comes to outrunning angry bears,
She was right and
I was wrong.
I wasn't able to outrun the angry bear.
I was just luckily able to outrun her.
Your right Dear
Reminds me of time I wish I could forget but I can't, so if you don't mind I'll try and share and Hopefully it might help me be able to laugh at it all in the end. Anyhoodles.
Years ago when I was younger and more dumber me and my old hiking partner once had a disagreement about whether or not I could outrun an angry bear if we ever encountered one.
She said it was impossible.
I said that I thought I could.
While out hiking a few weeks later we unexpectedly had the opportunity to find out.
Turns out that when it comes to outrunning angry bears,
She was right and
I was wrong.
I wasn't able to outrun the angry bear.
I was just luckily able to outrun her.
Oahu trip couldn't take the girls in nothing pics didn't want to be in the dog house on Oahu.lol
You know how this works.
I would think we are all the same, just the outlet is different. But what the fuck do I know?
Here we are, last month of the year, My self-imposed vacation ended Thanksgiving day, it's time to get back to work.... maybe get something to give some thanks over.
There is a plan....but rather than come straight out and tell you, it's more my style to beat around the bush for awhile, before we arive at our final destination.
You know how at the end of the gameshow, they let the "big" winner get a crack at all the cool cash and prizes? They usually call it the Bonus Round. Well we have something similar, yet different. We too call it the Bonus Round, but instead of just the big winner dude getting all the goodies, it's open to everyone that wants to play the game. And unlike a boring game show, we start the year with the bonus round, not end it. You do this right, and AGAIN, nowhere have I said I'm gonna do that, your gonna get a hell of a start to the year.
Like the gameshow, the bonus round has rules. And before you Mainland guys start getting wet, sorry, look at the fine print. Put your glasses on. There it is....only open to Hawaii residents.
Sucks to be you, huh? Hear Winter is comming early. Bummer.
Where were we? Senseless lyric time.
You're keeping in step
in the line.
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine.
Because you do
what you're told.
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold.
Hate me yet? No? We'll work on that.
So the Bonus Round has rules. Here they are. Pay attention. Three week window to work. Seeds in from Thanksgiving. Sexed starts by Christmas. Everything planted by Super Bowl Sunday. Three days your NOT gonna forget.
So fuckin' simple. Think I can do it?
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
This is not an exact science. No two years are identical. If you start three waves of starts a week apart starting Thanksgiving, one of those three waves of starts will hit the sweet spot. The slowly increasing daylight will fool the plants to veg longer, but still allow enough time to fully flower. Plant too early, you will take small plants, fully flowered. Plant too late, the plant will try to flower, fail, and regrow. Land right in the middle of those two extremes?
Bonus Time.
Back in the good old days, we'd do this every year. This was where we would get giants from. Some, very few, would not flower, or flower lightly, than go big. Real big. Insane big.
But there is a fly in the ointment..... isn't there always?
Back then it was all Sativa Dominant. Now we are all Indica Doms. My guess it that the jump will be far less than I remember it was. So, we take that into consideration.... and plant more. Like the game show, this one is on the clock. Everything that's gonna get in will be known by April Fools Day..... which is coincidently, right about time to plant the long season trees. And, since they usually don't fly until April..... there is NO adult supervision.
Wanna be Stalin? You know, Quanity has a quality all its own? Do it. Chances are good, they won't see it.
What if this whole crusade's
a charade?
And behind it all there's a price to be paid,
for the blood,
on which we dine.
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine.
Anyway... December in Hawaii. Does it get any better than this? Beautiful sunny days, cool dry nights.... And I got seven fuckin' plants left taking advantage of the wonderfulness. Everything is now here, all the shit we associate with Winter. The Plovers, the Whales, the stupid Canadian tourists, the shitty 100 packs from N Cali, there all in place... waiting.
Waiting for what?
Madness. A couple of weeks from now, the population of this island will jump by a third. The snowbirds'll hit, and they won't go away until May.... and somebody has to grow the weed there gonna want to smoke on their little vacation.
What do you think? this shit just grows on tre.... oh sorry. It does.
So naïve
to keep holding on to what I want to believe.
I can see
but I keep holding on and on and on and on
Jack.... we don't have bears. We have Sharks. With sharks, you don't have to be the fastest. Not at all. You wait until speedy passes you, then you stick him. Not deep, just a little blood. Then swim to shore.
I would think we are all the same, just the outlet is different. But what the fuck do I know?
Here we are, last month of the year, My self-imposed vacation ended Thanksgiving day, it's time to get back to work.... maybe get something to give some thanks over.
There is a plan....but rather than come straight out and tell you, it's more my style to beat around the bush for awhile, before we arive at our final destination.
You know how at the end of the gameshow, they let the "big" winner get a crack at all the cool cash and prizes? They usually call it the Bonus Round. Well we have something similar, yet different. We too call it the Bonus Round, but instead of just the big winner dude getting all the goodies, it's open to everyone that wants to play the game. And unlike a boring game show, we start the year with the bonus round, not end it. You do this right, and AGAIN, nowhere have I said I'm gonna do that, your gonna get a hell of a start to the year.
Like the gameshow, the bonus round has rules. And before you Mainland guys start getting wet, sorry, look at the fine print. Put your glasses on. There it is....only open to Hawaii residents.
Sucks to be you, huh? Hear Winter is comming early. Bummer.
Where were we? Senseless lyric time.
You're keeping in step
in the line.
Got your chin held high and you feel just fine.
Because you do
what you're told.
But inside your heart it is black and it's hollow and it's cold.
Hate me yet? No? We'll work on that.
So the Bonus Round has rules. Here they are. Pay attention. Three week window to work. Seeds in from Thanksgiving. Sexed starts by Christmas. Everything planted by Super Bowl Sunday. Three days your NOT gonna forget.
So fuckin' simple. Think I can do it?
Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?
Will you chew until it bleeds?
Can you get up off your knees?
Are you brave enough to see?
Do you want to change it?
This is not an exact science. No two years are identical. If you start three waves of starts a week apart starting Thanksgiving, one of those three waves of starts will hit the sweet spot. The slowly increasing daylight will fool the plants to veg longer, but still allow enough time to fully flower. Plant too early, you will take small plants, fully flowered. Plant too late, the plant will try to flower, fail, and regrow. Land right in the middle of those two extremes?
Bonus Time.
Back in the good old days, we'd do this every year. This was where we would get giants from. Some, very few, would not flower, or flower lightly, than go big. Real big. Insane big.
But there is a fly in the ointment..... isn't there always?
Back then it was all Sativa Dominant. Now we are all Indica Doms. My guess it that the jump will be far less than I remember it was. So, we take that into consideration.... and plant more. Like the game show, this one is on the clock. Everything that's gonna get in will be known by April Fools Day..... which is coincidently, right about time to plant the long season trees. And, since they usually don't fly until April..... there is NO adult supervision.
Wanna be Stalin? You know, Quanity has a quality all its own? Do it. Chances are good, they won't see it.
What if this whole crusade's
a charade?
And behind it all there's a price to be paid,
for the blood,
on which we dine.
Justified in the name of the holy and the divine.
Anyway... December in Hawaii. Does it get any better than this? Beautiful sunny days, cool dry nights.... And I got seven fuckin' plants left taking advantage of the wonderfulness. Everything is now here, all the shit we associate with Winter. The Plovers, the Whales, the stupid Canadian tourists, the shitty 100 packs from N Cali, there all in place... waiting.
Waiting for what?
Madness. A couple of weeks from now, the population of this island will jump by a third. The snowbirds'll hit, and they won't go away until May.... and somebody has to grow the weed there gonna want to smoke on their little vacation.
What do you think? this shit just grows on tre.... oh sorry. It does.
So naïve
to keep holding on to what I want to believe.
I can see
but I keep holding on and on and on and on
Jack.... we don't have bears. We have Sharks. With sharks, you don't have to be the fastest. Not at all. You wait until speedy passes you, then you stick him. Not deep, just a little blood. Then swim to shore.
Haha, gotta love that ol' NS Maui attitude...! I miss it... I think.
Beeeeautiful place - Upcountry totally in my heart for the duration... Weather's nice, and I loved Makena on a Sunday, not to mention those 25-30 foot faces at Middles for three successive winters. GO, GO, GEEV 'UM, BRAH..!!! Or the snorkeling on S shore, during the off days, challenging oneself to make that freedive to 40 feet, even though you are sure your ears are going to explode. Swimming next to a turtle that appears to be as big as a VW Bug. Jumping off 30 foot waterfalls.
Until ya have to deal with the people..! Then it's scratch yr head time... I departed the island when I had made a hole in my Gulliver from too much scratching. And I watched my new "GF" drink a whole liter of Goldschlager in front of my eyes, in a half an hour.. The great job offer in SF made the difference. And the high cost of paradise, financially.
This joint is BONKERS>>>!!!!! (which I already knew).. The rippers are legion. And then there are all the SUP'ers with their fat bellies. The price of paradise.
I'd move back in a second. haha.. And may.
Beeeeautiful place - Upcountry totally in my heart for the duration... Weather's nice, and I loved Makena on a Sunday, not to mention those 25-30 foot faces at Middles for three successive winters. GO, GO, GEEV 'UM, BRAH..!!! Or the snorkeling on S shore, during the off days, challenging oneself to make that freedive to 40 feet, even though you are sure your ears are going to explode. Swimming next to a turtle that appears to be as big as a VW Bug. Jumping off 30 foot waterfalls.
Until ya have to deal with the people..! Then it's scratch yr head time... I departed the island when I had made a hole in my Gulliver from too much scratching. And I watched my new "GF" drink a whole liter of Goldschlager in front of my eyes, in a half an hour.. The great job offer in SF made the difference. And the high cost of paradise, financially.
This joint is BONKERS>>>!!!!! (which I already knew).. The rippers are legion. And then there are all the SUP'ers with their fat bellies. The price of paradise.
I'd move back in a second. haha.. And may.
I am not suprised that your Scojis are exhibiting mold, rot resistance quite well. Ive got some experience growing the Nepali highlands and they were incredibly sturdy plants that would not rot or mold under very promoting conditions.
The goji is mainly nepali, and this being a very strong trait, im not surprised to hear your Scogis killed it in wet conditions. Beautiful thing about genetics, is finding those bread and butter varieties that conquer and produce under all elements.
Im glad to hear you were able select a cpl phenos to save. Love this thread btw, was nearing the end. Very entertaining and a glimpse into the life of an island grower(s).
Just a question for ya,
Are you familiar with the lemon thai, and to your knowledge are these genetics original to Hawaii? Ive browsed a lot of old hightimes mags, the originals, and the lemon thai produced in HI, gets much exposure on its pages. Have you thought about hybridizing your scogi with a Lemon thai?
OOOOooo...a serious question....
OOOOooo...a serious question....
And Thank You RT for it......
Am I familiar with Lemon Thai. No, I'm not. But I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that those genetics are NOT original to Hawaii.
Why not?
Because every scrap of green you see growing here has come from somewhere else. Some floated on air currents, or on, or in, birds. Some floated on the sea, Man brought most of them in, Cannibis included. When these islands were born, they were born sterile.
Born of fire, and thus sterile, each island was a solid pebble in a sea of wind blowing across the open ocean. The islands stuck up far enough to alter the windflow, The windward sides get huge amounts of rain. The leeward side hardly any. And between the two, depending on topography, a mix. And depending on how high up on the hill you are, then you get the temperature changes that come as you gain altitude.
So look at the big picture. Windward to leeward, more to less rain. As you go up, it gets colder. Snow is not unheard of here. These varying conditions? You don't have to go far to be growing the same plant in wildly different conditions. Do that for just five years. One single cloned strain, five different growers, scattered throughout this island.
At the end of those five years, that single strain has morphed in five different directions. Sure, they will rhyme, but they won't be identical anymore. Add to that we can breed a plant three times a year. Three distinct growing seasons. You guys have one.... unless outside light is brought in....sorry,Florida has two.
So, you throw all this together, Hawaii is a place, with just a few strains, can produce an almost infinite number of variations to the mix. What Lemon Thai was, is a mainland breeder reaching into the goodie bag of a single Hawiian pollen chucker, picking what he thought was best AT THE TIME.
Would I breed the Scogi to any Thai strain? I would, but it wouldn't sell. Unless I went around handing out free samples.
Settle down you bastards...not gonna happen. Free samples. Pffft.
The sad thing is everyday strains like Lemon Thai are rejected. With many variations, and very limited plant count, we simply don't have the room to push these forward, so they are lost.
OOOOooo...a serious question....
And Thank You RT for it......
Am I familiar with Lemon Thai. No, I'm not. But I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that those genetics are NOT original to Hawaii.
Why not?
Because every scrap of green you see growing here has come from somewhere else. Some floated on air currents, or on, or in, birds. Some floated on the sea, Man brought most of them in, Cannibis included. When these islands were born, they were born sterile.
Born of fire, and thus sterile, each island was a solid pebble in a sea of wind blowing across the open ocean. The islands stuck up far enough to alter the windflow, The windward sides get huge amounts of rain. The leeward side hardly any. And between the two, depending on topography, a mix. And depending on how high up on the hill you are, then you get the temperature changes that come as you gain altitude.
So look at the big picture. Windward to leeward, more to less rain. As you go up, it gets colder. Snow is not unheard of here. These varying conditions? You don't have to go far to be growing the same plant in wildly different conditions. Do that for just five years. One single cloned strain, five different growers, scattered throughout this island.
At the end of those five years, that single strain has morphed in five different directions. Sure, they will rhyme, but they won't be identical anymore. Add to that we can breed a plant three times a year. Three distinct growing seasons. You guys have one.... unless outside light is brought in....sorry,Florida has two.
So, you throw all this together, Hawaii is a place, with just a few strains, can produce an almost infinite number of variations to the mix. What Lemon Thai was, is a mainland breeder reaching into the goodie bag of a single Hawiian pollen chucker, picking what he thought was best AT THE TIME.
Would I breed the Scogi to any Thai strain? I would, but it wouldn't sell. Unless I went around handing out free samples.
Settle down you bastards...not gonna happen. Free samples. Pffft.
The sad thing is everyday strains like Lemon Thai are rejected. With many variations, and very limited plant count, we simply don't have the room to push these forward, so they are lost.
I have a great wife!!! The coptor was doing circles and she waved the cards at them then 30 min latter honk honk at the gate I was not home she asked how she can help and the smart ass said you know why we are here. She said no you were here 2 weeks ago and he said that was a different crew. WTF She told them no you can't come in without a search warrant and they took my card info then left. They are hitting Kona also today. They are loosing their power in two more weeks f them this is border line harassment.
dirtboy they just wanted to see if you replanted with a bunch after last visit...
Hawaii Green Harvest situation sounds like CAMP in Mendo from the 80s ...Going to see you all very fucking soon and very much looking forward to it...
Hawaii Green Harvest situation sounds like CAMP in Mendo from the 80s ...Going to see you all very fucking soon and very much looking forward to it...
This is toned down from our 80's but still very unsettling. Early 80's was like Apocalypse Now They used Huies National Guard ones would be like 4 or 5 with a couple Hughes 500s
and some time Coast Guard with a 50 on the side cause some dum shit shot at a copter. It is still hard to not get nervous. I should claim disability tell them I got fucked up from the war on drugs lol Can still hear them in back ground. They had 2 birds in the air Mr Surf was saying. So far all in good on the Puna Front. Fricken cold this week 60 at my house need extra blanket I could close the window na Aloha DB
and some time Coast Guard with a 50 on the side cause some dum shit shot at a copter. It is still hard to not get nervous. I should claim disability tell them I got fucked up from the war on drugs lol Can still hear them in back ground. They had 2 birds in the air Mr Surf was saying. So far all in good on the Puna Front. Fricken cold this week 60 at my house need extra blanket I could close the window na Aloha DB
I Know What is Going On....
I Know What is Going On....
Serously, what were they thinking?
Green Harvests, two weeks apart, on the same island? Visiting the same houses? BF I think you are barking up the wrong tree. I doubt they give two shits if DB replanted, and has a pile of keikis just cracking the dirt.
It makes no sense.... until we look at the big picture.
Come January 1st, the Medical program goes from NED, aka, the Department of Public Safety, aka, the cops, and goes under the Health Department. Where it belonged in the first place. Along with the Medical Marujuana Program, comes a budget. You know, money.
Right now NED is spending all the money. Flying unecessary Green Harvests. Come Jan 1 that money no longer belongs to them, it should go to the Dept of Health. But my bet is there will be no money left to transfer. My bet is that NED wants the Dept of Health to have to go beg the legislature for the funding to run the new program. If I am right, early January, the Dept of Health will go to the legislature for some emergency funding.
Emergency funding for MMJ? That'll make the news. And not in a good way. Taxpayers love to pay so us smokers can burn free of police intervention. And that brings up the next logical question. Who the hell will inforce the new law? Are the cops still flying GH? or is the Dept of Health? And who the hell is gonna pay for it?
Next year should be fun. Uncharted territory. NED is setting the Dept of Health up. No govermental entity wants to lose power. Any power, they all want more. Because with that power comes money.
So stick around. This is but the first shot in a brand new war. And unlike the old days, where they wanted to stamp us out, this one is to see who gets to oversee us. And unlike the last one, we get to kick back and watch, while taking full advantage of the confusion.
I Know What is Going On....
Serously, what were they thinking?
Green Harvests, two weeks apart, on the same island? Visiting the same houses? BF I think you are barking up the wrong tree. I doubt they give two shits if DB replanted, and has a pile of keikis just cracking the dirt.
It makes no sense.... until we look at the big picture.
Come January 1st, the Medical program goes from NED, aka, the Department of Public Safety, aka, the cops, and goes under the Health Department. Where it belonged in the first place. Along with the Medical Marujuana Program, comes a budget. You know, money.
Right now NED is spending all the money. Flying unecessary Green Harvests. Come Jan 1 that money no longer belongs to them, it should go to the Dept of Health. But my bet is there will be no money left to transfer. My bet is that NED wants the Dept of Health to have to go beg the legislature for the funding to run the new program. If I am right, early January, the Dept of Health will go to the legislature for some emergency funding.
Emergency funding for MMJ? That'll make the news. And not in a good way. Taxpayers love to pay so us smokers can burn free of police intervention. And that brings up the next logical question. Who the hell will inforce the new law? Are the cops still flying GH? or is the Dept of Health? And who the hell is gonna pay for it?
Next year should be fun. Uncharted territory. NED is setting the Dept of Health up. No govermental entity wants to lose power. Any power, they all want more. Because with that power comes money.
So stick around. This is but the first shot in a brand new war. And unlike the old days, where they wanted to stamp us out, this one is to see who gets to oversee us. And unlike the last one, we get to kick back and watch, while taking full advantage of the confusion.
