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The story of how I got out of commercial growing...
Back in the 70's folks in the midwest could grow a LOT of plants, cops weren't looking for it out in the boonies, easy money. Come the early 80's and the economy went to shit, everybody was growing. You'd hear old farmers in the diner talking about their patch. They didn't smoke it, but had to pay the mortgage on the farm.
I'd scaled down, had maybe 25-30 good sized plants out. Went out one morning and they were gone. Went to the neighbor's house (1/2 mile away) to see if he'd seen anything suspicious as we lived on a dirt road with little traffic. He said he'd seen a suspicious car the evening before and though he knew where it came from, told me to get in his truck and we'd go check out the house and see if it was who he thought it was.
We drive about 7-8 miles, get to the house he was looking for, and there was the car with a carpet of pot leaves going from the trunk to the front door. At that point he freaks out and starts shouting "I'm not gonna let 'em get away with this shit", grabs a shotgun out of the back of the truck, storms up to the front door, kicks in the door and goes into the house screaming he wants the pot back. I'm sitting out in the truck shitting bricks at this point and waiting for the shooting to start. He brings a couple of people out at gunpoint carrying garbage bags of cut bud, then out of the blue he starts screaming "I want it ALL, where's the rest?" Out come the rest of the plants still whole, just cut off at the base. The whole plants and the garbage bags go in the back of the pickup, he jumps in the truck and takes off. We're driving down the road with a truck full of weed and branches waving in the wind...
We stop, I get in the back of the pickup, lay down spreadeagle on top of the plants to keep them from blowing in the wind..
Made it home, got to sleep a couple of days later...
Nice to have a med card and a legal garden I can invite the local cops to visit
I love growing the plant but too old for that kind of shit.
Back in the 70's folks in the midwest could grow a LOT of plants, cops weren't looking for it out in the boonies, easy money. Come the early 80's and the economy went to shit, everybody was growing. You'd hear old farmers in the diner talking about their patch. They didn't smoke it, but had to pay the mortgage on the farm.
I'd scaled down, had maybe 25-30 good sized plants out. Went out one morning and they were gone. Went to the neighbor's house (1/2 mile away) to see if he'd seen anything suspicious as we lived on a dirt road with little traffic. He said he'd seen a suspicious car the evening before and though he knew where it came from, told me to get in his truck and we'd go check out the house and see if it was who he thought it was.
We drive about 7-8 miles, get to the house he was looking for, and there was the car with a carpet of pot leaves going from the trunk to the front door. At that point he freaks out and starts shouting "I'm not gonna let 'em get away with this shit", grabs a shotgun out of the back of the truck, storms up to the front door, kicks in the door and goes into the house screaming he wants the pot back. I'm sitting out in the truck shitting bricks at this point and waiting for the shooting to start. He brings a couple of people out at gunpoint carrying garbage bags of cut bud, then out of the blue he starts screaming "I want it ALL, where's the rest?" Out come the rest of the plants still whole, just cut off at the base. The whole plants and the garbage bags go in the back of the pickup, he jumps in the truck and takes off. We're driving down the road with a truck full of weed and branches waving in the wind...
We stop, I get in the back of the pickup, lay down spreadeagle on top of the plants to keep them from blowing in the wind..
Made it home, got to sleep a couple of days later...
Nice to have a med card and a legal garden I can invite the local cops to visit
I love growing the plant but too old for that kind of shit.
Bob Jones said:The story of how I got out of commercial growing...
Back in the 70's folks in the midwest could grow a LOT of plants, cops weren't looking for it out in the boonies, easy money. Come the early 80's and the economy went to shit, everybody was growing. You'd hear old farmers in the diner talking about their patch. They didn't smoke it, but had to pay the mortgage on the farm.
I'd scaled down, had maybe 25-30 good sized plants out. Went out one morning and they were gone. Went to the neighbor's house (1/2 mile away) to see if he'd seen anything suspicious as we lived on a dirt road with little traffic. He said he'd seen a suspicious car the evening before and though he knew where it came from, told me to get in his truck and we'd go check out the house and see if it was who he thought it was.
We drive about 7-8 miles, get to the house he was looking for, and there was the car with a carpet of pot leaves going from the trunk to the front door. At that point he freaks out and starts shouting "I'm not gonna let 'em get away with this shit", grabs a shotgun out of the back of the truck, storms up to the front door, kicks in the door and goes into the house screaming he wants the pot back. I'm sitting out in the truck shitting bricks at this point and waiting for the shooting to start. He brings a couple of people out at gunpoint carrying garbage bags of cut bud, then out of the blue he starts screaming "I want it ALL, where's the rest?" Out come the rest of the plants still whole, just cut off at the base. The whole plants and the garbage bags go in the back of the pickup, he jumps in the truck and takes off. We're driving down the road with a truck full of weed and branches waving in the wind...
We stop, I get in the back of the pickup, lay down spreadeagle on top of the plants to keep them from blowing in the wind..
Made it home, got to sleep a couple of days later...
Nice to have a med card and a legal garden I can invite the local cops to visit
Loved your story!! If I wasn't such an adrenalin junky, I would stop too-- I am almost a half century...but still choose to run with the wolves--
Props to your friend-- Prolly saved thousands of $$-- Fucking Rippers!!
^^^ ya serious that chum of yours is a real chum
he took the gun and did the shit he had to do, talk about a real man
respect
he took the gun and did the shit he had to do, talk about a real man
respect
M
Mossad
My scariest was thinking all the "breeders" would die before I got some beans. Then again it was always the nice grow shot
Unionman
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Just about to harvest my first hydro with 22 plants white widow, crystal and bagseed, Just picked up a 1/2 lb from a new hookup. get home no more then 10 min and 6 piggies go west and east down my street then all go east and up the gravle road. I was stuffing bags of weed in kitty litter and all kinds of shit. The grow was very well hidden. I thought I had bought from a cop. Turns out they were looking for some hobo around town. I almost shit.
