How One Man Inspired Me to Inspire You To Grow Cannabis
Years ago, and I mean many many, years ago, I was going through somewhat of a dry spell. You see, there were many raids in my home town and the entire place had been dankrupt and straight up dry for months. All the large growers had been caught and there weren’t enough small operations to keep everyone afloat, only those who knew someone who grew a personal stash could get there hands on any good weed.
I harassed all of my dealers non-stop, they were trying to outsource but it’s tricky game for small town folks to gain connections outside of their respective residences. Eventually, one of my guys made a connection but was too scared to meet up with him. Out of desperation, I volunteered.
It was only about a thirty minute drive to his house, it was a decent place too. I couldn’t smell bud when I stepped into his house, although the ashtrays filled with clips indicated he must have smoked indoors. He was a nice guy, very talkative, and he immediately threw me into the tale of how he got into growing because his uncle grew and taught him the family trade, yada-yada. This man led me to a room in the back of the house, and by this point I could smell the fresh bud beyond door before us. He led me into a small room with a large mahogany wardrobe in the back and small circular couch wrapped around a table in the center. On the shelf there were three massive jars filled to the brim with bud. I was much younger, and inexperienced, at this time in my life and let me tell you- wow! It was quite an experience to see several ounces in one place before.
The man, i’ll call him Nick from now on, walked over to the jars and put them all in the table in front of me, motioning for me to check them out. I popped the lid off the first, stuck my nose in and inhaled. I will never forget the smell, it was an incredibly crisp fruity fragrance, it smelled like strawberries and melons. I removed a big probably six gram, cone from the jar and cracked it open; taking another whiff. I did the same thing to the two other jars, and they were all equally as odiferous.
Finally, he showed me the wardrobe. Inside were two massive plants.
“The one on the left is the indica,” he explained to me, “the taller one on the right is the sativa strain i’m growing for the first time.”
The plants were beautiful, like nothing I have ever seen. Photographs do not do justice to the reality of seeing two, towering, plants right before your eyes. Nick continued talking, explaining that he’s never smoked bud as good as the stuff he had grown himself- and to prove it, he smoked me out. He wasn’t lying! I pestered him for about two hours, inquiring into some of the general growing information. Eventually he said he had some business to take care of, and handed me a hydro flushing tip. I thanked Nick for his hospitality and said I would be back soon for some more product soon. One year later, when it was finally spring, I would start my first outdoor grow.
I just could not believe the size and quality of untouched outdoor grown bud.
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This wouldn’t be the first time this happened either.
Take care my stoner brothers and sisters,
Stay lifted,
~Ryan
