MallardDuck
Well-known member
Hello Hamstring!
First let me say your welcome and
Thank You!
As I just stated it was a much simpler back then and bit more dangerous, but exciting and filled with much more promise.
But yes! stealth was key back then. Hell I planted right in other peoples yards, any place I could tuck in a plant or more.
I think the most ironically cool places I planted a great big patch was right across the street on a ramp onto interstate 93 N right across from the IRS building and just on top of my seven foot burgeoning Oaxacan gold tops was the clear view of the top of the building that handled all Americas income taxes. HAHA!!!
I just wish I had pictures it was quite a site! This was back in 1983. And that year we experienced on of the hottest driest summers so I lugged gallons of water into that sight almost daily. The greatest part of that heatwave was that it ran well into Oct,
where it was in the 80'sF almost to the end of the month, Which was atotal anomily that helped produce some of the reddest/gold sticky potent Oaxacan, in so many years.
But yes this was just 20 minute ride north of Boston.
So yes quite metropolitan.
I used to hit the night club scene in Boston back in the day after mv Fall harvest garnishing a winter jacket, of coarse with many extra large pockets packed with ounces of my home grown Oaxacan Gold stash,
In one instance I was in the alley behind a night club I just supplied a few gents with stash and was in process of smoking just another joint with my buds and a stranger came out back where we were all toking up and he said my bartender friend sent him out back to where we were imbibing and proclaimed I was told I could score herb if I went out back through the back door into the ally way.
I will never forget when that stranger exclaimed. I heard I could score herb if I came out here, he then asked, is it any good!?
We, every one of use just about fell to our knees hanging on to each other, as if that would help! HAHA From this wonderfully potent Mexican, in total incapacitating laughter.
He gladly grabbed a bag and quickly joined in.
So hell yes much more different of world now.
After such a long story!
To answer your query, I was very fortunate to grow up So close to Boston where back in the day multi ton shipments of world famous
cannabis origins from world wide, came in on cargo ships straight into Boston Harbor and Marthas Vineyard.
And when things got to hot in there terms of busts, the crafty smugglers began running shipments into the many islands and ports around Maine.
But yes I was privy to some of the most amazing strains on the planet. Back in the late sixties a friend of mine's older brother came back from service in Vietnam and he had speakers shipped back compliments of the US government, And the only working parts in the speakers was that they were jam packed with Vietnamese gold, My buddy pilfered from his older brother handfuls for all his friends including myself to enjoy.
But hell yes I had available to me some of the best cannabis!
from around the world
Acapulco,Gold, Thai and Buddha sticks a slew of Jamaican Lambsbread or Breath. Columbian Gold and red, Panama red! Man I loved that one it was like reddish little twisted bee hives in a bag. And of course African Black as it as called.
One land mark strain was a Columbian called rainbow, it had gold red and green buds all in one bag, Man that bud would knock you down for hours. I also once scored Columbian red that had fire engine red stems with orange red flowers.
Man I miss those days!
So I just try to grow what reminds me of that time in our history capture it in the quality of my strains and offer it to others to grow and enjoy.
P.S I just had a buddy of mine say, man your Grape is almost to potent and needs to be taken in small doses! HAHA
He has only been smoking for 45 years!
What great stories VM. Much love bud.