I read a lot of posts in cultivation forums about people getting ripped off and they usually are full of things like "I'll kill him" or "I'm gonna kick his ass", etc. Which is really dumb because if you do you will likely end up in prison--not good. There are other ways. One year I had some plants growing deep deep in the woods, in a Nat'l Forest. I raised these plants from seed, nurtured them at home, took sexed clones out to the woods, along with sacks of potting soil and planted 12 of them in a row in a remote clearing. It required a 2-hour drive and a 3 hour hike r/t, and I had to do it 2 x/week to water them, since in doesn't rain in SoCal from May to Nov. About a week from harvest I went out to tend them and someone had hacked all the buds of the plants. I was ultra bummed. I was gonna keep half and sell the other half and buy my dad a new roof for his house. So about 3 weeks later I'm backpack camped in an area many miles from where my garden had been. There is a group of guys at the campground, and we ended up talking that night. We're getting drunk (them way more than me) around the campfire and they start telling me how they ripped off a grow in the area where my garden had been. 12 plants they said. They hacked the buds off they said. "ha ha I wish I coulda seen that fucking hippie's face when he found his buds gone ha ha" one of them said. I said nothing. The next morning I was up at dawn as they snored away, and hiked out. At the trailhead there was only 1 other vehicle besides mine. One of the guys had mentioned he went to Cal State Northridge and there was a parking sticker on the car from Cal State Northridge, so I knew it belonged to the rippers. I let the air out of 3 tires, pissed in the gas tank, busted out a window with a rock and took a dump on the front seat, then went home.
That sounds to me like a big fish tale or you were the luckiest person on the face of the earth that day you ran into them as you said many miles away.LOL
VOL II In circa 1990 I got a 400-watt HPS and a couple of indoor grow books (I've been growing outside since '67 but wanted to grow year round). Initially only my best friend (who helped me build the growroom) knew about it. Then one day a few months later a neighbor/friend Ted stopped by. We were getting high one night and he asked me where I was getting all the good green and btw what was that hum coming from the spare bedroom. So I showed him my grow. Anyways, I soon had a steady supply of good buds, and whenever Ted came over I'd smoke him out. He started coming over everyday, and then started asking for a pinch to take with him, so I kicked him down a j or 2. Then he became like a leech, coming over 2 or 3 times a day to get high and mooch weed to take with him. Finally I figured out he was mooching close to an oz/month. I told him he'd have to start buying it. The next weekend, when I was about a week from harvesting a crop indoors I went camping and when I got home I discovered someone had broken in and cut the buds off my 25 plants. Another neighbor told me he had seen Ted in my backyard while I was gone. And Ted knew I wasn't home that weekend. Then I found out he was selling some fresh pot that he neglected to mention to me. So I knew he was the one that ripped me off. I had the option of kicking his ass, but that wouldn't get me my pot back. So I devised a plan. A few days later when he was in his front yard working on his car I had a friend stop by and made sure Ted saw me loading up all my grow equip. into my friends car. Later he asked me what was up and I told him that I was shutting down my indoor grow. That night when my neighbor was gone I had my friend bring everything back and I relocated my ballest so you couldn't hear it. And then I started asking Ted where I could get weed, moaing about the price and stuff. And everytime he stopped by I always told him I was on my way out. Some months later he moved and everytime he called I told him I was busy, and little by little cut off all contact with him. Now, I could have kicked his ass instead. But then he prob. would have come by with a few friends and kicked my ass so i would have goten together more of my friends to kick their ass, etc. But bottom line I wasn't getting my pot back. And my way involved no violence. P.S. Ted and I have a mutual friend. I found out a year or two later that karma had struck back at Ted, as I knew it would. He married a real bitch, anti-pot and shrewish. She makes him turn his check over to him and only gives him like 10 bux/week for himself. She makes him wear a pager so she can check up on him all the time, which she does. And he hardly ever gets to get high. He's miserable. Serves him fucking right. And I couldn't have devised a more fitting revenge.
How did you squat in the front seat to take a dump? Unique.... And secondly, I woulda kicked Ted's ass.
Marries his own worst karma,how satisfying it must be to know he has a long time suffering still to come.
PART III Now I usually watered my garden at dawn or dusk. And whenever I go in I do it s-l-o-w-l-y, stopping to look around and listen. So I'm coming down this hidden goat trail into the canyon about dusk one evening in late Sept. when I see movement. I froze. A few seconds later I hear a voice yell out "Hey guys over here, I found it". I see movement in my garden. Laying low I whip out my binocs. I see 4 guys and they start cutting down my plants and stuffing them into trash bags. Now there's 4 of them and 1 of me, and they may have been armed--I didn't want to find out. But by Ganja if I couldn't have my pot I wanted to make sure they didn't either. So I hotfoot it up the goat trail (the rippers had come in the long way, I knew it would take them 30 minutes longer than me to get to the road). I hop in my van and hightail 10 minutes down the road to the nearest phone and call the Forest Service. "I just saw some people harvesting their pot" I say and give them a location, description of the people and where their car was parked. I found out through my Forest Service sources what happened. Guess who was waiting for the rippers when they got back to their car with bags of fresh-cut pot? I followed the case and 2 of them got 2 years prob. and another one got the same plus 6 months in jail. And the 4th guy was a parolee with a handgun so off to prison he went.
THC, I've been ripped off prob. 9 or 10 times. I've been growing nearly every year since '67, often with 2 or 3 gardens at a time in different locations. Some years I'd end up with as much as 25 lbs. of primo buddage. Only once did the donkey piss-drinking rippers get all my stuff. Let me tell you how dedicated I am to growing ganja. When I die I have left instructions that I want to be cremated and the ashes given to a friend who will mix them in with potting soil and grow pot in it.
IV. I once stumbled onto what I thought was a perfect place for a patch of patch deep in the woods. What made it perfect? You had to bushwhack through head-high stands of poison oak to get there. I hike and bushwhack a lot, and poison oak is the most prevelant native plant in Calif. So early every spring I purposely brush up against poison oak. just a little the first time, and each time I go out I brush up against it more and more; within a few weeks I become immune. So I had a nice garden going there and I could walk through the poison oak in shorts and t-shirt and not be bothered. I went out a week or so before it would be at peak potency and you guessed it--someone had ripped me off. I knew whoever stole my stuff likely had a BAD case of poison oak, so the next day I sat at home with a phone book. I started calling hospitals with a story: I was writing an article on poison oak for the Forest Service (only partially true) and did they have any patients that had a bad case of poison oak? After about a dozen calls I found a hospital that did. Poison oak so severe that the person had to be hospitalized (the poison was in the person's blood) and had to have his arms strapped down to the bed to prevent scratching. They wouldn't tell me the name of the person, but rangerdanger has resources and I found the person's name and room #. I sent him a "get well" card that said "I hope you learned your lesson". Btw, I also developed an immunity to stinging nettles the same way. The first time each year it would hurt like hell, but after a month it would hardly hurt at all. I heard that native Americans ("Indians") would do this: A mother would rub a poison oak leaf against their infant's skin and do this a number of times and this would impart a life-long immunity. Some people are so allergic to poison oak that they don't have to touch it--just being near it is enough to cause an allergic reaction. And some people are born immune. I've seen my friend Steve LeGrand rub a poison oak leaf onto a fresh cut. Another friend Sasha once freaked me out by eating a poison oak leaf. He was immune but oddly enough his brother wasn't. And finally, firefighters are often given injections of cortizone when they go out on the lines. Wait--2 more poison oak anecdotes (I'm bored and can't sleep). -My friend Paul had poison oak on his wanger. Without knowing it he got some on his hands and by whizzing and scratching his nad's got it all over his private's. -Before I learned what poison oak looked like, me and Nicole went naked stoned hiking along a stream and both got poison oak. It wasn't such a bad deal though. We'd meet every day after school, strip down and rub calamine lotion on each other.
..ROFLMAO ranger. Same thing happened to a FOM. We were cutting firewood when he contracted it. He hadn't a clue what it was. Called me the next morning questioning/complaining of "a horrible itching rash on his crotch" I told him my "O' lady" had the same problems, and I wanna' know "What the f**k is goin' on"... :X
Bwahaha! You are like a druid, in 1st edition..they will say nothing if they see someone abusing nature's charges..and sometimes wait until the perfect time for pay back...I have a question, ranger or anyone...how can you get some plants that are too small-not hopeless- to get back in the swing of things by now..you know like a boost?
