My pot movie

skunkushybrid said:

I think I'm going to have to go back a few pages and see where all this kicked off. I don't believe it is right to insult female members. Guys can take it, we do it to each other all the time... but the girls, that should be a no-no.

Unless you don't realise they're a female, of course... which could easily be done.

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It all got erased off the thread...so dont waste your time searching.

It was pretty crazy man.

I just want to see another video. BDW, keep up the bad ass film making sir.

Yeah, must agree. I went back and looked at the vid' and it is very well put together. an inspiration even, to us all, to hit the dirt and go guerilla.

Hard to do in my country, however.

Yes, respect is a two way street... and I'm sure BDW that you command lots of it from the people that know you. Also your obvious desire and love for weed has to be admired... but she did only say that you sounded like a pervert on the vid'... a silly, innocuous little comment, I agree... but still something you should have just ignored. Guys, yeah... we're all fair game, if we say something pointless we pretty much deserve everything we get.

Girls feelings get hurt, they're more emotional than we are. Maybe what you said was bad, or maybe it wasn't... I didn't get the opportunity to read it... whatever it was it was enough to get posts deleted from the thread.

I will probably regret posting this, its late here and I have had a few wines but.......

BDW has gone through shit loads to get a crop to ...pay his way through life, to do what he believes in, to educate us blah, blah, blah.

BDW I think mentioned he went to film or acting school and has put together some fantastic short vids about his grow - a lot of time was put into this act.

Someone says he sounds like a perv - ok even I believe it wasn't meant to be a bad statement or meant to hurt BDW in anyway but I didn't really see BDW retaliate by slander or really bad name calling only a stab as his artistic pride had been hurt, its understandable the amount of work he put in.

The thread was closed, that doesn't happen often and BDW's reputation was damaged by that act, perhaps. There are a lot worse threads on here for racial abuse and slander, a lot, lot worse but this one was closed, I am still trying to think why this thread was chosen to be so heavily attacked.

I love the fact that we stick up for ladies on here, good on yer, very valorous(?) one of the most fab Ladies on here is indeed Lacy I didn't see threads getting closed down when Lacy was taking abuse, when indeed she was very upset perhaps distraught. However I know the mods helped her through this and I thank them for this

As Natmoon pointed out the very nice young lady in question posted a link to her bubbleponic grow(?) with a few plants and got x hundred replies in her grow thread. Why? Because this is a male orientated site and in this case I think BDW has been punished because of that very fact and it makes me sad.

My two penneth tell me to keep it if you like

All the best

so BDW, i know the eighth video was just released, but when do you expect to have the ninth out on youtube. i am super excited about the storyline and how things pan out. your posts about it make it very enticing. i cannot wait to purchase the dvd and watch on a full size screen with 5.1 baby.

thanks a buch for letting us all know about your exploits.

nowstopwhining said:

Browndirt usually comes on here to say something atleast once a day....was he serious with that?

I thought he was joking at first, maybe he wasnt.

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I don't read into words, but im sure he meant what he said. He's a warrior, he doesnt have time to joke about people let alone answer questions. The man was serious in what he typed and meant it...It was no mistake

Zekedogg said:

I don't read into words, but im sure he meant what he said. He's a warrior, he doesnt have time to joke about people let alone answer questions. The man was serious in what he typed and meant it...It was no mistake

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HAHAHAAHAHAHAHA HA Zeke....your one of the funniest guys on RIU

Zekedogg said:

I don't read into words,

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wow... that is very interesting.... i will be watching

iloveyou

Dude, nice truck, and you are the fucking man.

so..... this got opened up again?

that's good I don't feel like such an asshole anymore

asiankatie said:

so..... this got opened up again?

that's good I don't feel like such an asshole anymore

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hahaha, yeah, its cool, ur good. no harm done.

asiankatie said:

so..... this got opened up again?

that's good I don't feel like such an asshole anymore

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Hey, you're kinda cute.

When the Squamish River unleashes a torrent from angry glaciers awakened too abruptly from their winter slumber, it commands the kind of respect you had better heed, lest it swallow you in a watery grave. Thus was the lesson for my partner and I, as we hit the water on the way to our river spot, top-heavy with a 10-bale load of Pro-mix and 50 clones in four-inch pots in wax tree planter boxes propped on top.

Now the last thing you want to hear when you are overheated, overloaded and at the mercy of a raging river is the sound of a chopper coming up the valley on your trajectory. But that’s just what we heard, as we bucked the surf, whooping with exhilaration, trying to maneuver the boat through the defiant current. I was on the bow, my partner in the stern, frantically plunging the paddle into the water to try and slow our momentum, desperately trying to commandeer the boat back from the clutches of the river.

By the time I heard the chopper over the foaming torrent, it was almost on top of us, coming right at us, about a quarter-mile away. "Chopper!" I shouted, hearing the faint clack of rotors as we came up swiftly on a hairpin bend in the river. My partner responded by cranking our tail perpendicular to the bank with one deep thrust so we could paddle with all we had to the cover of shore.

It was too late! We were sucked into the vortex of the river bend. Instead of hitting shore, we came up wide on the portside, heading straight for a huge deadfall snag jammed in the bend. With barely time to brace, we hit it broadside with a sickening thud and were pinned there, the boat unstable and taking on water - fast. The iciness of the glacial runoff took my breath away as it over-spilled the sides and soaked my legs on the boat floor. I went into flight/fright overdrive, my heart pounding out of my chest, and grabbed the slim log trapping us there. There were lots of branches, thank god, so I was able to balance and support myself.

Water thundered past us in foamy torrents. Over the roar, I barked at my partner to grab the machete. He frantically did and I ferociously chopped branches on the down-stream side of the log. We pulled the boat over the snag and set ourselves free, before the river could sentence us to a hideous death.

Judiciously, my partner pulled the boxes of clones out of the boat and balanced them precariously on the log. He managed to get all the bales and clones up onto the snag. I stuck the machete into the log to help him grab the filling dinghy and pull it out of the water, but the damned boat was so heavy with water we could hardly budge it. Our lifeline being snatched away in a tug of war with the mighty river, we yanked and pulled, balanced on that log, death almost a certainty on either side.. Using our bodies as counter- balance, we finally got the dinghy up onto the log and turned it over to empty out the water.
A menacing branch just below the surface was obstructing our launch point, so I went for the machete, kicked it lose by accident and watched it plop into a frothy eddy, gone forever.

No time to waste. We flipped the boat to the other side of the snag and into the water, then proceeded to load it again from the downstream side of the log. The current was diminished here because the log was acting as a dam.
With the goods aboard, my partner got on board the bow. I jumped aboard the stern and struggled frantically to shove us off with the paddle. With no time to worry about puncturing the hull, we broke loose and were sucked back into the river, almost instantly hitting white water and forced to shoot the raging rapids. As white water sprayed our faces and flung us about violently, we whooped and yelped during our little rodeo ride about our near-death experience. Finally drifting into the still, black waters, we paddled to shore right in front of the patch. And all this before morning coffee!

After working the patch, at the end of the day we returned to the boat only to find it deflated. The hull had, in fact, been punctured and had a slow leak. I looked out at the river, now swelled even more and realized that the once placid setting had again become a cauldron. Because of a single act of nature, our lives had hung in the balance.

We patched the boat with our emergency kit, pumped it up, and took to the water again to reach our vehicle before nightfall.

i have been following your work. great job, we need more men and women on the front lines. hoorah!!

now thats what i am talking about. a great read indeed.

mastakoosh said:

now thats what i am talking about. a great read indeed.

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anything he writes always is. fascinating!

what happen to the helicopter?

i thought the same, im assuming it never spotted them, it was just the catalyst in causing all the river ruckus.

thats my guess anyway

They must've got a call that John Rambo had escaped again...

Squish!
Two great things about Squamish...The Chief, and chicks that dig wet crack...