OldPork
Well-Known Member
Tell us how you really feel psychadelibud! I was forced into the guerrilla world several years back when my nosy 80 year old neighbor and his whore wife were picking wild raspberries and discovered my backyard plot. Next thing I know I get an "anonymous" call...all the caller said was "Growing....they're GROWING..." and hung up. I knew from her hillbilly accent it was her. It was a painful thing yanking up 18 plants but it had to be done.
So off to the wilderness I headed...
Finally found a great spot, 12 hours of sunlight a day. Creek nearby...it's perfect. Did 9 plants this year and pulled 5 pounds, all already in mason jars.
Anyway totally agree with psychadelibud. No guerrilla is gonna be draping his plants with plastic especially in pot-unfriendly Virginia. I've got a virgin asshole and I want it to stay that way. In fact most times a good rain is welcome until September. And when you see the dreaded rot you need to make some smart decisions. Around here it not when the trichs turn amber, it's called get em before the rot does.
So off to the wilderness I headed...
Finally found a great spot, 12 hours of sunlight a day. Creek nearby...it's perfect. Did 9 plants this year and pulled 5 pounds, all already in mason jars.
Anyway totally agree with psychadelibud. No guerrilla is gonna be draping his plants with plastic especially in pot-unfriendly Virginia. I've got a virgin asshole and I want it to stay that way. In fact most times a good rain is welcome until September. And when you see the dreaded rot you need to make some smart decisions. Around here it not when the trichs turn amber, it's called get em before the rot does.