I was fishing with a friend and wasn't catching shit. Well, a few hundred feet away we kept hearing this bell ring every few minutes. Well, I went down to see what was going on and there was this old black guy fishing for cats (he had a bell on the tip of his rod to let him know when a fish was on). We got to talking and I noticed he had rheumatoid arthritis and his hands were like claws. So, for the next hour me and my friend helped that dude catch about 30 channels and when we took a break he asked us if we smoked.
Well, I said yessir, I smoke camels and showed him the pack! After he was done laughing he said "no, I meant do you smoke weed?" I said no, I had never smoked and at that time he pulled out a joint the size of my middle finger (I have pretty big damn hands) and the three of us got high as hell! It smelled and tasted like a combination of sage, pine, and fuel! We bullshitted, caught a few more, and then watched the sunrise with this old dude. Before we drove home I asked him when he first smoked and he said 1945 in New York. He was one of the coolest dudes I had ever met and he changed my life forever. By the by, I was 19 at the time.