bird mcbride
Well-Known Member
My days of growing marijuana seems to have come to an end. I have no idea if I'll ever grow pot ever again. It's been a long time since someone came looking for some weed. I remember how excited everyone would be. No one is like that anymore. They don't even want to smoke a doobie. It's like everyone is too busy. In my senior years I went on to have four more children, nine in all. I'm bagged. My five year old is a great aunt. I let my equipment go in 2020. I'm a few years late on filing for my Canada pension. It slipped right on by without me noticing. My boss mentioned it. Thank God for Flood and Drain\Ebb and Flo systems. Set em and forget em. It makes it a Sunday thingy. And that stanky trough system I used with my moms. Drain to waste from the budder's spent reservoir. That way dumb twit things can't kill your moms. Yes, I left the florescent four foot tubes on 24 hours a day. Yes, I had 150 watt frosted metal halide lights on an 18\6 timer but only used at certain times. Any rooted snips went into a trough in the mother room, the cloning bin was on the wall in the mother room with two four foot cool white florescent attached to the ceiling. It was all really cool. I learned it all from trial and error. There was no books that covered these subjects and a lot of it was simply unknown. I miss sitting there cleaning all the dead leaves from my moms. they were like hedges. The first time I got big buds was in the eighties. I grew them in grow bags and when I went to work I put them out and when I got home I put them in the closet. When my Dad and his brother Pat was visiting Pat ask me how I grew these buds. I explained what i did and after some conversation Pat came out with, that's 12 hour of sun and twelve hours of darkness. He's the first person that I know that ever said that until that day. After watching the entire world fail at rooting a pot snip I determined that a rooting hormone for semi hardwood would be required. It was first tried by Kate in 1990 under my instructions. I was incapacitated. It worked. I was smuggled into northern BC to complete the operation in 1992. It was a very exciting time. My Dad joined me. He mentioned that he took horticulture in college but all this was way beyond him. Some said the plants would simply drown. I was given eight weeks and I was out of there. Later I set up other units for them. To be honest I haven't smoked a good doobie since I left. Everyone died. This all started when I was a teen. I believe it's something worth knowing.
