auldone
Well-Known Member
I trully believe that my success in growing The Herb is a direct link to my upbringing. I was a kid and did not have a hand in the daily operations of running the fields. I was just around it. The weekends and summertime is when I would work.
Some of the people I have met in the Seattle area who have spent a couple grand on a set-up and a nute line but can't grow anything worth a shit.
One cat that comes to mind had a nice room setup. He SHOULD have been growing some Fire. 2x600 for each ML and HPS. No cool tubes. Room was split down the middle but he was goin to rely on having windows open to control air flow and temp. 1 oscallating (spelling) fan on each side. He was about 10 years younger so listening to me was not a priority but when I told him he was goin to have issues with both heat and air flow he basically blew me off....
So when he crops out he hits me up for a "Bomb deal on some Jock Horror Fire!" His words.
200 a zip
Take a ride to his house. I'm anxious to see how this came out. He was telling me the whole time growin how dank it smelled and how bomb it was lookin... Ya know the lines...
HOLY SHIT!!!!! I could have went out in my back yard and smoked some of my lawn clippings and I would have gotten a better high! 4 Bong bowls later. Party bowls that is. All I had was a fuckin headache. All this shit looked like was hairs, leaves, and stems. No Nice nugs! No Buds!! Nothing!!!
When he told me he was high, I shat a Golden Brick right then. My reaction was shock then mass laughter! He really thought he grew soms bomb shit! When I told him I was not interested in getting the zip, he was not to pleased! We had it out and went our separate ways.
I had heard through the grape vine that on New Years Eve night, someone broke into his place and stole his equipment.... Karma's a Mother Fucker.
Some of the people I have met in the Seattle area who have spent a couple grand on a set-up and a nute line but can't grow anything worth a shit.
One cat that comes to mind had a nice room setup. He SHOULD have been growing some Fire. 2x600 for each ML and HPS. No cool tubes. Room was split down the middle but he was goin to rely on having windows open to control air flow and temp. 1 oscallating (spelling) fan on each side. He was about 10 years younger so listening to me was not a priority but when I told him he was goin to have issues with both heat and air flow he basically blew me off....
So when he crops out he hits me up for a "Bomb deal on some Jock Horror Fire!" His words.
200 a zip
Take a ride to his house. I'm anxious to see how this came out. He was telling me the whole time growin how dank it smelled and how bomb it was lookin... Ya know the lines...
HOLY SHIT!!!!! I could have went out in my back yard and smoked some of my lawn clippings and I would have gotten a better high! 4 Bong bowls later. Party bowls that is. All I had was a fuckin headache. All this shit looked like was hairs, leaves, and stems. No Nice nugs! No Buds!! Nothing!!!
When he told me he was high, I shat a Golden Brick right then. My reaction was shock then mass laughter! He really thought he grew soms bomb shit! When I told him I was not interested in getting the zip, he was not to pleased! We had it out and went our separate ways.
I had heard through the grape vine that on New Years Eve night, someone broke into his place and stole his equipment.... Karma's a Mother Fucker.