The Original O'l Farts Club.

[moose eater]

First go at it. I am a gardener at heart and these will go out in my yard(backyard to keep nosy neighbors unaware). I have read that they are legal as long as I am not milking them.

I planted mine outdoors with minimal soil amendments or adjustments, and they remained stunted but matured.

Good deal was that they flower on a long day, unlike cannabis on a short day's sun/light, and our longest day for light on June 21st, Summer Solstice, is about 21' 50".

Neighbors got into a somewhat controlled domestic violence call (he was working up on the North Slope on a rig, and sending his $ home, and she was spending it on coke and weed; not that I knew anything about that. ).

The State Troopers came to the wrong driveway (MINE!!) and rather than taking time to drive to the correct drive, walked through the woods to get there more expeditiously, inadvertently walking RIGHT THROUGH my poppies.

The poppies survived just fine, and the Troopers apparently had no clue they were walking through such a thing.

It was old DV law, and the Troopers ended up staying to more or less referee; the woman and man were 'throwing' 8"x8"x16" cinder blocks at and through the windows of each other's vehicles, though there was a definite disadvantage, as she was very slight of stature, and had to struggle and strain, swinging the blocks like a pendulum, in order to get them up high enough with enough momentum to even come close to putting them through his windows, whereas he was far better suited to 'tossing' cinder blocks..

No crime to destroy your own property... even when it looks like a clip from an Abbott and Costello, Three Stooges, or Keystone Cops movie..

Another moment defining the reasons to be scrutinous of who you live next door to, even in the woods, if you're dealing or engaged in suspect activities.

 

[bigsur51]

time to eat some groceries

the pancake looking thing is ground up chicharrones with scrambled up eggs

the rest is chopped beef , a sausage , and a braut

 

[unclefishstick]

That's the place.

You could see through the planked slab wood on the restroom walls, and just like tracers, the assumption being that if you could see out, then they could see in.

A lesson in discarding modesty and adjusting one's ego. I mean, who would want to be identified as the person intentionally peeking -in- through the slab wood, with the restroom then located literally in the middle of the floor of the place?

I'd sometimes walk home stoned and otherwise buzzed, to out near the old FAA housing at the base of the Spit there, and encounter moose that had come down from the snow-crusted hills out East End Rd., from the freeze-thaw action up top, with the crust irritating their hide on their legs and ankles, and cautiously walk past them at the old NC Machinery location.

You might recall when the rednecks burned Alice's down toward the end of the 70s? The owners rebuilt, of course. Can't keep a good hippie down.

that was long before my time in homer

 

[dogzter]

Some #3 seedlings of the g13 x bsh in their final #5 pots.

Some different cuts of the g13 x bsh at 8 weeks flower.

 

[moose eater]

that was long before my time in homer

About 1980 or so they 'touristized' the Spit, banned camping along the shore in undesignated spots by the cannery workers and others (up until that time there were often elaborate 'visqueen palaces' made of driftwood and visqueen; some of them multi-roomed and quite amazing for what crude materials they were built from), thus brought an end to the annual 'Spit Clean-up Chili Feed and Beer Extravaganzas' the Community had once entertained out there, and built all of those cheesy tourista cabins out there to sell what are often Chinese-sourced, mass-produced trinkets to those who will be there once in their lifetime.

It's still a cool place, all in all.

I took my youngest son around the State to all of the places that were/are road accessible that I've lived up here, including the Homer Spit. Had a blast sharing my wandering hippie nomad history with him, back before -his- James Dean adolescent phase, which he's still into a bit.

He was our unplanned straggler child, coming around somewhat unexpectedly 8 years after his brother and 10 years after his sister. I had told him, "You realize that when you graduate from high school, I'll be into my 63rd year on the planet, and many of your classmates will want to know about your 'grandpa' sitting in the audience at graduation, right?"

 

[Putembk]

very nice structure , will be manageable

let us know how they smell , even if you have to rub the stem and ask Mrs Pute cause word on the street is you ain’t the same since the last bout of the flu

Been rubbing the stems every day. Kind of a musty smell. But you are right my nose doesn't work the way it used to. All that coke I did in the early 80's kind of fried my marble.

No apologies needed with this group moose eater. I haven't done acid in decades but I used to eat Orange Sunshine and other nummy stuff like candy.

I am in the middle of trimming today. Was gonna wait until tomorrow but I have the time and tomorrow will be a full day.

 

[unclefishstick]

About 1980 or so they 'touristized' the Spit, banned camping along the shore in undesignated spots by the cannery workers and others (up until that time there were often elaborate 'visqueen palaces' made of driftwood and visqueen; some of them multi-roomed and quite amazing for what crude materials they were built from), thus brought an end to the annual 'Spit Clean-up Chili Feed and Beer Extravaganzas' the Community had once entertained out there, and built all of those cheesy tourista cabins out there to sell what are often Chinese-sourced, mass-produced trinkets to those who will be there once in their lifetime.

It's still a cool place, all in all.

I took my youngest son around the State to all of the places that were/are road accessible that I've lived up here, including the Homer Spit. Had a blast sharing my wandering hippie nomad history with him, back before -his- James Dean adolescent phase, which he's still into a bit.

He was our unplanned straggler child, coming around somewhat unexpectedly 8 years after his brother and 10 years after his sister. I had told him, "You realize that when you graduate from high school, I'll be into my 63rd year on the planet, and many of your classmates will want to know about your 'grandpa' sitting in the audience at graduation, right?"

i spent most of my time in homer living/working in halibut cove at the saltry restaurant...been a long while since i was back,i hear there's even a traffic light in town now!
yup,pretty fun town...i remember attempting the birthday bike tour of homer,start out at the homestead restaurant and get your free birthday drink and stop at every bar all the way out to land's end on the spit...30+ miles of riding,20+ bars...made it to the salty dog one year but passed out in the parking lot!

 

[moose eater]

i spent most of my time in homer living/working in halibut cove at the saltry restaurant...been a long while since i was back,i hear there's even a traffic light in town now!
yup,pretty fun town...i remember attempting the birthday bike tour of homer,start out at the homestead restaurant and get your free birthday drink and stop at every bar all the way out to land's end on the spit...30+ miles of riding,20+ bars...made it to the salty dog one year but passed out in the parking lot!

I knew a couple folks from Bear Cove, Sadie Cove and Halibut Cove back when there were just a couple or three cabins at each location.

The Powers that Be refined the Bypass Road at the bottom of the hill coming into town years ago.

And many years ago, the Yah Sure Club, Hobo Jim's hang-out when he wasn't spinning Bob Dylan tunes on KBBI's equipment during his many Dylan shows, was bulldozed and some tasteless human built a fucking McDonalds there!! Like pissing on a pew during Sunday mass in front of the children's section.

But it's still ranks among the hippest little towns in road-connected Alaska.

 

[Sun&Soil]

I planted mine outdoors with minimal soil amendments or adjustments, and they remained stunted but matured.

Good deal was that they flower on a long day, unlike cannabis on a short day's sun/light, and our longest day for light on June 21st, Summer Solstice, is about 21' 50".

Neighbors got into a somewhat controlled domestic violence call (he was working up on the North Slope on a rig, and sending his $ home, and she was spending it on coke and weed; not that I knew anything about that. ).

The State Troopers came to the wrong driveway (MINE!!) and rather than taking time to drive to the correct drive, walked through the woods to get there more expeditiously, inadvertently walking RIGHT THROUGH my poppies.

The poppies survived just fine, and the Troopers apparently had no clue they were walking through such a thing.

It was old DV law, and the Troopers ended up staying to more or less referee; the woman and man were 'throwing' 8"x8"x16" cinder blocks at and through the windows of each other's vehicles, though there was a definite disadvantage, as she was very slight of stature, and had to struggle and strain, swinging the blocks like a pendulum, in order to get them up high enough with enough momentum to even come close to putting them through his windows, whereas he was far better suited to 'tossing' cinder blocks..

No crime to destroy your own property... even when it looks like a clip from an Abbott and Costello, Three Stooges, or Keystone Cops movie..

Another moment defining the reasons to be scrutinous of who you live next door to, even in the woods, if you're dealing or engaged in suspect activities.

About 15 years ago I had a knock on the door. When I opened it there were about a dozen uniformed and plane clothed sherif's as well as a handful of troopers standing at the bottom of the stoop staring up at me. I put my hands up and turned around slowly. To my surprise they were there to do a sting on a sketchy neighbor down the road who was stealing and selling heavy equipment.

They wanted to use my pasture do to it's vantage point and easy access to where the planned transaction was going to go down. When they asked if they could cut through the barn to get out there, I replied..depends.

If I let them that would mean they would be walking past 4 overly large plants that had just started stacking flowers. I was honest with them and to my surprise they said they didn't see anything and it was of no interest to them.

I walked them through the barn and let them loose into the pasture to do their law stuff.

True to their word they never came back for the plants, but unfortunately I didn't trust them and removed them as soon as the excitement was over. They were too big and far along to transplant.

 

[moose eater]

About 15 years ago I had a knock on the door. When I opened it there were about a dozen uniformed and plane clothed sherif's as well as a handful of troopers standing at the bottom of the stoop staring up at me. I put my hands up and turned around slowly. To my surprise they were there to do a sting on a sketchy neighbor down the road who was stealing and selling heavy equipment.

They wanted to use my pasture do to it's vantage point and easy access to where the planned transaction was going to go down. When they asked if they could cut through the barn to get out there, I replied..depends.

If I let them that would mean they would be walking past 4 overly large plants that had just started stacking flowers. I was honest with them and to my surprise they said they didn't see anything and it was of no interest to them.

I walked them through the barn and let them loose into the pasture to do their law stuff.

True to their word they never came back for the plants, but unfortunately I didn't trust them and removed them as soon as the excitement was over. They were too big and far along to transplant.

That would've been a difficult question to answer, spur of the moment.

My trust meter would've been pegging.

 

[moose eater]

 

[Putembk]

@S&S^^^good thinking. Lots of times they wait until you think you are safe and come back. I wouldn't have been able to sleep at night.

 

[Mr_Hash]

Cheers to friends old and new..View media item 18716030.

 

[dogzter]

Last time the feds kicked my doors in we were in the shower and all soapy.

No warrant raid cuz someone who was trying to extort us for money got their teeth bashed in instead.
Was quite the fiasco and ended up with them fucking right off when they realized there weren't any meth labs or automatic weapons.

Did steal some valuables and firearms while they were here as well as kill my plants.........feds you know.
I took them to court and even in losing they never admitted any wrong doing and no one was ever held accountable.
Did have to cut us a check in the end but seeing how I paid the taxes to cash it........completely and utterly corrupt on all levels.

 

[dogzter]

Cheers to friends old and new..View media item 18716030.

Dude.........still don't have another bong?

 

[Boo]

Looks like the boys and I are heading out back to feed the creatures. I’m looking forward to next week when it warms up a little little bit before we get cold again.

 

[Boo]

Dude.........still don't have another bong?

Doh, there it is…

 

[dogzter]

Don't get me wrong its a great bong........

 

[moose eater]

@S&S^^^good thinking. Lots of times they wait until you think you are safe and come back. I wouldn't have been able to sleep at night.

"Just tell us what you know. If you come clean with us, nothing will happen."

Uh-huh..

 

[moose eater]

Don't get me wrong its a great bong........

I did vaporizers only for the 'altar boy period' of my earlier cancer involvement, but the preparations, ritualistic time consumption, and awkwardness of trying to fit weed into that tiny little, oddly shaped 'bowl' was a source of discouragement for a long while.

Now I'm back to twisting joints with very thin papers.

51 years of twisting doobies catches on and is a routine that's difficult to discard.