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What's your cannabis horror story?

We were ripped off in our weed patch some 25yrs ago followed the thieves leaf trail ( real dumbass ) to his house. Just wanted to know where he lived, we let it go sadly and I mean that he was killed in a car accident not long after we'd heard. Damn now that's depressing but it's the only time in 40+ years we ever got ripped off.
 
Decades ago, I planted a film canister (remember those) full of bag seed way, way out in the boonies. Went back a couple of times and nothing sprouted. Must have been too dry. Months later I'm hiking out there with my girlfriend and there were police all over the place. News said it was one of the biggest hauls of the year. Didn't feel too bad because I really hadn't put too much effort into it. Sure kept the boys busy, though.
 
Hahaha I've planted a few patches I was afraid to go back & harvest least the fuzz was watchin
 
i once saw this vid of sum rastas sitting in their backyard and enjoying their field of Ganjii.;)
And naturally i wanted it too, back then it was illegal here, so cuz of everyone's paranoia i decided not to grow it at my house but to grow it at my friends house
.He stayed in this very old very quiet mining village called "Blyvoor", far enough from most things incl fuzz.
so we made his backyard into a beautiful bud island using the tons of smelly compost that was gathering from old leaves and cut grass,peels charcoal and this big collection of bagseed. the bud was going so well , pulled so many males, i think there was more males than female, definitely felt that way haha. now my friend while living there (before bud island)saw something moving in the corner of his yard, and found an injured chick poor thing:confused:...lol:hard-laugh::hard-laugh:
with no idea where it came from he kept the chicken. ah so cute so harmless so helpless...pfft.. the chicken at first was cool never saw anything like it, was following my friend everywhere, always, and it became a problem, we would sit on the carpet with our weed pad and bong, and the chicken would be all over it, maybe the first 2-3 times it was cool, but it got soooo annoying. so wed lock the chicken outside when we smoke, its like it goes crazy when it smells weed. it knows when there is weed, so "IT" would find a open window. id literally stand up for 5 min to get a beverage, then boom there is the chicken running past us straight to the weed:hard-laugh::hard-laugh::hard-laugh: and the chicken doesnt eat all the weed it seems to want the seeds mostly. my friend has lost soo many weed bags due to this chicken.
the bud island was perfectly isolated from this chicken, till it learned that it can cross over the roof of the house to get there:dead::doubtful::hard-laugh:.
at the prime of our bud Island fantasy the chicken probably had the best time any chicken ever has, when we realized what had happened it was too late, the branches were snapped budz were everywhere covered in mud it was just horrible. after picking out what we could, it ws enough to make a few blunts and bongs but nothing compared to what we lost we threw atleast 2 kgs (+-4lbs)of wet mass away:sweating::eek:
haha he gave the chicken away tho...
animals :hard-laugh::laugh: and weed
 
I wish this was made up... but it is true. 1972 my friend and I were visiting his eventual wife in a very remote part of New England and it’s a long 8 hour ride. She is living with girlfriend who is unhappily married to a guy I have known for 6- 7 years. Once we get there his girlfriend says “ hey, let’s all get fucked up and fuck”. They were about 22, I was 19 but this unhappily married woman was about 32.. we must have gotten very stoned. All four of us are lying on the bed and my friend and his girlfriend are getting into it . Their clothes are gradually coming off. The other woman, whom I know for the same time frame as her ex-husband is also starting to rub my back..etc.etc.etc. You get the picture...

Suddenly, I get a severe dose of conscience and just got up and left the room. She walks out a minute later and asks what is wrong. I said “ oh, I am sorry but my stomach was a bit nauseous from the ride” To this day....I wish I had a time machine...WTF? 🤬
 
Years ago, I was standing in the check-out line at K-Mart, I felt a lump sliding down my pants leg (No, It wasn't a turd - lol) I had just bought an ounce of weed (I think it cost me $15 bucks - I said it was a long time ago :-). Turned out to be the bag of weed. By the time I got up to pay for my stuff, the bag had made its way down to the cuff of my pants and plopped out on the floor - Doh! An elderly lady behind me spotted it and I think she thought I had shop-lifted something. I quickly picked it up and stuck it in my coat pocket.

Another semi weed-related story: I was working the 3rd shift and toked a couple 1-hitters on the way to work, and after a minute or two, I reached down to the console to get my bottle of Clear Eyes, took off the cap and squirted it into one eye. Immediately, my eye felt like it was on fire - it wasn't Clear Eyes, but a similar-sized bottle of Cassette Head Cleaner - Yeow!
 
I never had had a real horror story but several of my friends back in the late 70's were busted for possession and a some for the purpose of trafficking. One had a team of heavily armed police and customs agents descended upon his parents home where they found a recently delivered shipment of Thai stick.in the garage. He was sent to a max security facility and spent 3 years there. Upon release he was very quiet and subdued as things didn't go very well for him there. Sad to see someone full of life be changed like that. But if you play in that game there are always rules and consequences.
 
You didn't want to be with a married woman; you had ethics!!!

I remember the 70s: we'd take showers together, go skinny dipping and play strip poker, but we never had orgies. We kept it clean. Farmall, some of us just weren't "swingers"!!!
 
Well, that’s a nice thought but he had taken off months earlier and I was 19.... 19.... that’s a lot of testosterone . Hmmm, but you’re probably right. But if that’s the case, why does it sound so good today .... (he-he). 🤷🏼‍♂️🙈
 
Farmall Well SOMETHING got the better of the testosterone!!!!!!!! At the very least, it shows you weren't one of those "I'll do anything to put another notch on my belt" guys.
 
Ha ! Thanks alltatup I know I was never one of those. I knew a few who were left behind by the belt notch type and it took a toll on them in the long run.
 
an Uncle, in the 70s

he was in his late teens, one of 5 kids. Mother, a widow, was the secretary to one of the three local Judges
he was learning how to be a weed dealer/fence/etc

he had been caught with a bag of weed and charged with possesion (still has a record, still can't cross the American border)

one afternoon, he was picked up in a cruiser and was taken for a long drive.

the officer just drove, and gave him a long talking to
deep down inside - you are a good kid, but are going down the wrong path.
if you can't think of yourself - at least think of your family, your mother.
cops don't know anything.

everytime the officer made a big point - he stopped the car, so he could look in the back at the uncle, then look out the passenger window - In front of one of the uncles 'sites' (drop site/meeting site/pump house/you get the idea)

last stop, in front of the family house
he holds up a big thick file folder - and says this is (and named a local bad guy)
he holds up a binder and says - 'this is you"
points at the family home, "thats only a piece of what your mom can lose, you know what she does and who she works for, if you aren't going to straighten up, maybe you should head out until you figure it out."
Officer gets out, opens the back door "Tell your mom, I said hello"
gets back in the car and drives away


the uncle did head west, straigtened up, met a girl, settled down and layed roots :D has a great family and grandkids

we were HIGH AF when the uncle told me that story (some 20-23 years later)
the story ended with "I may have been 'conned' by the binder, because I wasn't scared by officer so and so"

when he named the officer, I almost bit my tongue off (the man had been a guest at my wedding. my branch of the family is quite good friends with him
 
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