Yea, like 17 years ago. They made me throw it away, and I had to rake the yard in to perfection, and then pull every weed on about a 2 acre piece of property. Good times. My parents don't condone smoking, but they both did in high school and college. I use to have place between two buildings that I would smoke at night because it was pitch black, and my dad use to have a bad habit of walking up on me, ninja style, and getting about 3 ft from me and say "whatcha doing?" The first time, I ate the entire joint in about .2 seconds, and he laughed at me because he already knew what I was doing. So, I had to find a new spot.
my very first grow, I used the fact that it was winter to deal with odor. It's harder to smell things when it's cold and nobody really came near where I was growing. I also kept people away from my house. I would always go meet them if they wanted to hang out. My first couple of grows were very ballsy and looking back on it, I really don't know how I never got caught. I did it right under everyones nose.
