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Any Old Farts remember BB Farms?

Does anybody remember a place in northern Indiana called B B Farms?

It was an old hemp farm from back in the 30's & 40's that was then, (70's) a corn field. Rumor was that there was someone arrested from every state. We used to go and walk the ditches checking for "different" looking weed as well as grab a few of the big boys that were soaring 6' above the 6' corn. Planes and cops were always staking it out.
We were lucky and never got caught but on my last trip was by far the luckiest!

We parked under a big butternut tree to hide the car as usual and the butternuts were falling and there was plenty on the ground. My dad love butternuts so I talked the guys in to picking up a bunch before we went out picking weed. We were just loading the butternuts in the car when a county sheriff pulled up and thought he had himself a nice little pot picking bust.

We all just looked at each other and none of us had any smoke on us so we knew we was gonna be fine. The cops wasn't as quick to draw down in those days and he just came up smiling and asked us what we had in those bags we was putting in the back. Well we was more than happy to show our nice pickens of butternuts to that old boy.

That was my last trip to B B Farms.

Peace
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dddaver

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No, but I do remember butter nuts and the sticky nuts a little bigger than golf balls. Never knew you could eat them, did you roast them first? I just remember winging them at some unsuspecting friends ass to sting him but the joke was on you cause then you had that sticky shit on your hands.

When the hair lipped sheriff rolled up on 9 of us partying on "Ghost Rd" after a shipment had come in that day so everyone had weed, we weren't quite so lucky, long night at the sheriffs office. MAJOR DRUG BUST! 9 teenagers partying out on a country road.

There was an accidental huge grow I knew about. I just saw the remnants after most was picked and just got some really little ones though. A farmer had left a big pile of horseshit, barn stall mucking, alongside a farm road. Some kids threw a bunch of their seeds they had cleaned from their bags for into it. It grew big....Thanks for the memories.
 
HI Dav
Dad would put them in the drive way and run over them until the hard husk came off and just put them in a bushel basket and sit by the wood stove. We'd crack'em open in the winter and man were they good!
 

dddaver

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The first house I bought had a big old black walnut tree in the back yard. I would collect a bunch of them and spread would them on the driveway and drove back and forth over those things too to shuck the coverings. Then after they were dry, the previous owner had left a little anvil in the basement I used that with a hammer to crack the shell, then pick out the meat. There was a real art to it because if you hit those babies too hard they just shattered all over the place, and if you hit too soft it did nothing. Those nuts were super hard but oh so yummy. In fact I had this yellow hard hat I got from a summer job while in school working for the county. After getting beaned on the head a few times when mowing the lawn under that tree I started wearing that when mowing. I'm sure that was the source of amusement to some neighbors, looking kinda dumb. But I couldn't care less. It sure beat getting bonked on the noggin.
 

Budley Doright

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Thats quite intesting....

I dont recall the year..... but 30 years ago at least.....


I picked up this hitchhiker..... he told me about this place BB farms...


He said it was in niles michigan....just across the boarder from indiana....

Thats all the info we had..... niles michigan corn fields......


So gas was cheap..... we took the 3 hour trip there ....me and 2 friends.....

and started looking for weed.....


ANd we found a shitload..... duffflebags full......

One of the 3 of us got busted ....not me so we never went back.....

The cops said they busted folks in there all the time......(I wish we had known that)


We boiled the stuff into oil with this contraption called an ISO II machine....
 
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Budley Doright

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I suspect the fields were planted about 1942 after the japanese invaded the philippine islands the main source for hemp fiber at the time.....


If you are interested in how the us govt came to begging the US farmers to grow hemp....

There is a short 15 minute film done in 1942 called....



Hemp for Victory(1942)

Check it out on utube....
 
Burnt Rope,

You're right, it was Niles where BB Farms was. We would go there and just across the state line to the Indiana corn fields pickin!

In one of the ditches I walked I found a purple plant, not very big and flowering. I kept that one separate from the rest and took it home to dry. You could follow the red hairs on the buds from the base to damn near the top. For it being the 70's and used to only Mexican weed, that was the best high of my life, at 17 anyway!
 

Budley Doright

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Burnt Rope,

You're right, it was Niles where BB Farms was. We would go there and just across the state line to the Indiana corn fields pickin!

In one of the ditches I walked I found a purple plant, not very big and flowering. I kept that one separate from the rest and took it home to dry. You could follow the red hairs on the buds from the base to damn near the top. For it being the 70's and used to only Mexican weed, that was the best high of my life, at 17 anyway!


I just got off the phone with one of the other guys who went down there with me......

We were laughing about the whole thing.....


I couldnt quite explain your comment about it being in indiana.....

I thought maybe bb farms was sort of a generic thing.....


We were in college at the time..... there were probably better stories about that oil than the trip picking the stuff.....


The weed wasnt much good ...... but that oil knocked a few people for a loop.....
 

Budley Doright

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One story about the picking which I think was funny....

We had never been down there so we bought a local map.....

It was divided into square mile sections..... 24 as I recall....

We picked about 6 square mile areas which we thought were the most likely.....


It was about the 3rd mile we looked at.... where we found the first weed plant....


One of the guys jumped up on this tree for a better vantage.....


He says 'I dont see anything"


'Do you guys//"


I was laughing at him....he says whats funny.....


I said...look between your legs...... There was a nice plant.....


Now the best wild picking Ive experienced was in northern japan......


There it grew wild .....and was quite good to boot......
 

nukklehead

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ah well beats my stories of de tasseling corn in the 70's and 80's in the midwest... ran across a lot.. most bunk..

once in a while found a creeper/keeper...
would piss off the supervisors.. ( college jocks on summer hiatus)
when would smell us passing it around in the field... but could never
nail us... lol

got to the end of the rows and all of us kids with blood shot eyes would say..
I didnt see anything.. lol........ :biggrin:

had to be there i guess.. BB brought back those memories.. :)
 
Good story Burnt and Nukkle,

BB Farms was a real farm, I lived around the area. There was several farms that grew hemp around there and since it was close to the state line people, even the locals would get mixed up on where they was pickin weed.

My first trip there was just for scouting out where the weed was and when we pulled up I didn't see anything. I had never really seen pot growing anyway. Looking out over the corn fields all I could see was corn and them tall pine trees growing in with the corn. My buddy looked at me and told me to have a closer look. Them pine trees was weed about 15ft high. I felt like a right rookie that day.

Making oil was about the only way to get anything good out of it. Smoking the mini buds and leaf was harsh and tasted really bad. People still smoked it and sold it too. Back then we took what we could get. Better to have a lid of that stuff then nothing at all.

Good ol'days they were, young dumb and well you know the rest.
 
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