Never ceases to amaze me, the inventiveness & enthusiasm of folks to grow a plant. It doesnt matter whether its a first time, a single plant concealed in the garden, a monster grow, up trees, down cliffs, lugging water ferts compost, shovels picks, & finally taking home that prized plant. One day we might look back at all are efforts & say "Jesus, did we really do that?" Who knows what the future holds, it may be that the war on drugs is forgotten about as the world heads towards a very unsafe & precarious future.The most important thing is that we enjoyed doing it, we never hurt anyone doing it, & we showed the grow. Thanks to all, enjoy the fruits of your labour, let peace love & tolerance come to all nations.
I couldn't agree with you more buddy, it's such a hard feeling to describe too. Sometimes I feel like there's this energy that just drives us to keep hauling ass. An indescribable drive that puts you on auto-pilot and does the work for you in a way. Well... because in certain cases we don't have a choice. Freedom is on the line for guerrillas... a pretty sufficient motivator I'd say. Maybe that's what drives us to perfecting the craft of native clandestine growing?
It reminds me of moonshining in a way. Their practices are very similar to ours...
There's great passion and dedication in both moonshining and guerrilla growing; it's just a necessity I feel. Great stories are told from each season, and it makes us smarter and wiser when going about the next. Personally, it's an addiction. The adrenalin rush you get when returning to your patches for the first time in a few weeks is fucking intoxicating... my biggest rush is checking game cameras. I swear one night I'm gonna see bigfoot pop out of the side of my playback screen...
phew, just Bambi for now
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