I ran from an eradication helicopter [my story]

[Jared Cox]

Hi guys. Hope this is appropriate, I took a look at the different forums and figured this would be the best place to post it. Hawaii has a long history of guerrilla growing - it was heavy during the late 80's, growers were pulling hundred pound plus years in sugar cane fields, and their life was full of danger and wildness.

I moved out to Hawaii in '07, and by luck met one of these historical guerrilla growers. His name was Donny, a skilled hunter and Vietnam war veteran who never got his patches busted. Super paranoid, to the point of almost ridiculousness, but I eventually learned that's what made him never lose his pot.

I lived with Donny for 7 years, and he taught me how the old-school guys grow pot. Nothing like what I was used to. Crazy amounts of plants, with surprisingly little care given to each individual one, but nonetheless he would always come home with garbage bags full of fat dank colas.

I wrote the full story here: http://moldresistantstrains.com/ran-pot-bust-helicopter-marijuana-eradication-team/

Take a look and I hope you appreciate a different perspective on cannabis history that hasn't been reported on so much. There's no product pitch or anything, just a story, so I hope it's cool with y'all. Worth a read.

Let me know your thoughts, I know there are some old-school guerilla guys here too.

-ALOHA

 

[vostok]

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good luck

 

[sandhill larry]

I used to do a lot of the hard stuff in my younger days. I never put in a patch unless you had to crawl through briars to get to it. My patches didn't get the sun they needed, but I have never had any found. {not counting people who I thought were friends who stole from me after I showed it to them. But that was a lesson learned too}

I used the tall clothes hampers to get the plants into the woods without the briars tearing them to bits. I never walked backwards, but did do a lot of turning around to get the "wait a minute" vines from around my legs.

These days I still do a few of what I call Darwin Dope patches. After they are transplanted and going pretty good, I leave them alone until time to weed out the males. These are from seeds I have made, so i can plant as many as needed. But I also have a few choice plants {from bought or gifted seeds} that I tend regularly. With plenty of food and water. It is ironic that the Darwin Dope patches might die on me, but I have yet to have mold or bud worm issues with them, while the well tended patches have had lots of problems.

My BIL was a cash cropper back in the day. Thieves were bad back then, and watched all the three trail roads for tire tracks. So he would ride a kid's bike into the woods {there are miles and miles of planted pines in my neck of the woods} and work for a week or two, staying at a little tin shack he built for drying. I'm growing one of his old crosses from 1988. It thrives on neglect, which I am well equipped to give it.

Thanks for posting the story.

 

[Jared Cox]

I used to do a lot of the hard stuff in my younger days. I never put in a patch unless you had to crawl through briars to get to it. My patches didn't get the sun they needed, but I have never had any found. {not counting people who I thought were friends who stole from me after I showed it to them. But that was a lesson learned too}

I used the tall clothes hampers to get the plants into the woods without the briars tearing them to bits. I never walked backwards, but did do a lot of turning around to get the "wait a minute" vines from around my legs.

These days I still do a few of what I call Darwin Dope patches. After they are transplanted and going pretty good, I leave them alone until time to weed out the males. These are from seeds I have made, so i can plant as many as needed. But I also have a few choice plants {from bought or gifted seeds} that I tend regularly. With plenty of food and water. It is ironic that the Darwin Dope patches might die on me, but I have yet to have mold or bud worm issues with them, while the well tended patches have had lots of problems.

My BIL was a cash cropper back in the day. Thieves were bad back then, and watched all the three trail roads for tire tracks. So he would ride a kid's bike into the woods {there are miles and miles of planted pines in my neck of the woods} and work for a week or two, staying at a little tin shack he built for drying. I'm growing one of his old crosses from 1988. It thrives on neglect, which I am well equipped to give it.

Thanks for posting the story.

Cool story as well sandhill larry! Isn't it funny how sometimes the weed that doesn't get as much human contact holds up better? Always gets me haha. I do the medical too, but there's nothing like guerrilla growing... always has a place in my heart.

 

[sandhill larry]

Cool story as well sandhill larry! Isn't it funny how sometimes the weed that doesn't get as much human contact holds up better? Always gets me haha. I do the medical too, but there's nothing like guerrilla growing... always has a place in my heart.

If you have anything going, you should start a thread in the outdoor section.