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Most memorable cannabis story

Canuck147

Canuck147

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Haven't started anything new in a while - so...........anybody up for telling us that pot story you will never forget.

Gonna be a little lull in people posting cannabis problems asking for advice - just wait until after spring has sprung. But us indoor growers - we create our problems year round. So glad to have y'all in support for answers to sometimes inane and insane questions.

Any kind of pot related story ................
 
I'll start......

Early 70's - playing touch football at a park. Every time I got the ball, I ran for a touchdown. One of my friends get pissed off and tackles me next time i get the ball. As we fell, my right knee went 'crunch'. Couple hours later my knee was swelling - few more hours later and I was about to be admitted to a hospital. Me and a friend staring at the nurse - I tell her I left something in the car. We go back to the car.

Another buddy was driving and I had a quarter- ounce of black hash in my pocket. We smoked up a lot and went back to the same admitting nurse and said 'Okay I'm ready'. She was not pleased. I didn't know it then but i was in for a 4 week stay.

Every morning till i got out I ordered tea with breakfast. Every morning I would go to my cowboy boots and take out my hash - add about 1/3 of a gram to my tea and I'd be flying for hours. My buddies visited me and even asked if they could buy a gram from me - I told them where to go. I played backgammon against myself for hours. 4 weeks later I finale got out.

I'll just add - $25 is how much I paid for that 1/4 ounce.
 
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I lived in Arcata back when real train wreck started showing up it was insanely strong and highly intoxicating it's just so wonderful. I had been smoking it for a few months or so when my time in California had come to an end. I took an ounce to San Francisco along with about 10 doses of strong liquid l. I stayed in an apartment in the Castro district with a couple friends partied like crazy ended up having about eight grams of the TW left. So I bought this goofy dress shirt along with a fold up handkerchief that you're supposed to leave sticking out of the breast pocket of the shirt. With the triangle of the napkin sticking out the top of my pocket I slipped a sandwich baggie with 8 grams of Trainwreck behind it and flew from San Francisco to Logan with that sucker in my shirt pocket. I smelled it the whole way, the year had to be around 1997.
 
In the 1990’s I flushed 4 ozs of great weed down the toilet. Turns out the law pulled up there for my moron neighbor. Tough loss, but I can laugh about it now.
 
My best stories are from growing up in the 70's. Me and two friends just bought a Thai stick, Gordy is driving old little Toyota pickup with a stupid homemade cover on the box. So we pull into a rest stop and say 'what the hell' Let's cut it up and roll it into one joint. So we do. Back then we would just stick more papers together and make it huge. So we did. Took a while and took quite a while to smoke it.

After a bit we get back into the pickup - just blasted - heading back onto the freeway Gordy's got the little pickup engine just screaming he's got tye rpm's wound right to the max - and all these other cars and trucks are just whizzing by us. I look down from the windshield and yell at Gordy 'Take it out of first gear Gordy!"
 
Lol. Totally. I wonder if I had been born 20 years later if I would have experienced that at all.
 
I will have to omit a detail here and there, and a few I cant tell, but,,
I was talking with my informant from a local sheriff dept, when he said "Richard I know you are growing in my county, and if I new where I would go pull it". Says I "you cant find it even if you new where it is,, you know highway XX and the county line", "yes" was his reply, says I "turn south go to the end of the road you will find 2 gates, it's behind one of them"! It was not far from harvest (just before the killing frost) about 2 weeks later, I followed his foot prints through the first patch, he had to push the plants to the side to go through them. Took care of that patch and off to the next, now this one was in an old dead stump with about 4 foot hollowed out, (a big ass tree) we filled it with our dirt and the plant was 15-20 feet tall out of it, right out in the middle of an open field, I mean no way to miss it! Finished the harvest and next time I saw him I ask, "what were you doing looking down? I followed your foot prints right through the patch's"! Says he "yes we were looking down for pot plants" says I "they were 20 feet tall" "what about the one out in the field in a stump?" says he "we thought that was the tree growing back"
I still LMAO on that one, could have lost a crop, maybe there was a reason there phone number was XXX-XXX-dumb!
 
First week into my freshman year of college (1970), I met an older woman, she was a junior. She invites my out to their farmhouse and I wound up staying. A bunch of hippies living in an old farmhouse at the dead end of a dirt road that branched off from another dirt road in the middle of nowhere. Turns out a professor that was fired last year for partying with students had gotten a job in Kansas and told them pot grew wild out there and was cheap, $90 a kilo (yep, kilo). So they pooled their money and brought 30 kilos. Well it was shipped by bus and packed with moth balls, to throw off the dogs don't you know. We had the biggest pile of marijana I have ever seen right in the middle of living room floor when there was a knock on the door. It was a sheriff deputy!!! The front door opened into the living room and in 1970 that much pot was as good as a death sentence. I'm thinking my parents are going to shit bricks that I couldn't make it one month in college!! After some serious panic one of the guys cracked the door and asked what's up. Turns out he was looking for a guy that lived there last year. After telling the deputy he didn't live there, the cop said thanks and left!!!
 
The year: 1968. The college campus: SUNY Buffalo. My high school status: sophomore. Me and my best friend skipped school and went on campus to cop some weed. This was all extremely exciting and authority-defying for me as a 16 year old.

I remember this like it was yesterday: We take the baggie in the bathroom and get out our little toilet paper roll and tinfoil pipe, put some of the twigs and leaves in it and smoke it. I even remember the acrid taste of smoking it. Needless to say, we did not get stoned.
 
I am absolutely tempted to relate a story from 1969, but in light of presenting incriminating evidence I instead plead the fifth amendment. :hard-laugh::hard-laugh::hard-laugh:
 
The first time I ever got high, I was 14, I was with my best friend and his two brothers. They had grown some Acopulco gold, we had cornfields everywhere, the stuff was real trippy and I was in another world, This was the mid eighties and most of the weed out back then was still good stuff, started to fade in the 90's.
 
Agree alltatup! And the pot was worthless. There are still jars of that shit buried with banana peels all over that farm! We had heard banana peels would make it better! Oh the gullibility of youth. If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is... 😥
 
PuravidaC They call it mellow yellow.... I remember when that rumor was around: you bake the banana peel and eat it and it gets you trippin, wasn't that it? Never tried it...
 
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