The Perils of Pot Farming: A Season on America's Least Chill Weed Farm

I didn't know where else to put this, a great read.
" We're up north, several hours from San Francisco, when we pull off the freeway in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Nothing but a single-lane road surrounded by hills browned by the August sun. It's early Sunday. Nelson pulls up to a locked steel gate and puts the car in park. There are a half-dozen or so no trespassing and private property signs, a beat-to-hell American flag, and next to it a fading POW one. I ask Nelson if this guy's a vet, like me. He says no, but the farm's previous owner was. The new guy just leaves the flags up, “so people don't fuck with him."
http://www.mensjournal.com/features...son-on-americas-least-chill-weed-farm-w470453

Good read. Some people are just bat shit crazy. That plus hard work, tight deadlines, high risk, lots of money on the line and being in the middle of nowhere can be a recipe for disaster.

thats the real world, i've worked for that guy in a hundred different places, with a hundred different faces.
he's the reason i started doing things for myself. guess i owe him thanks for that, at least