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Originally Posted by seclark
Had a buddy come back from Amsterdam with some seeds back in the early’90s and turned me on to about 15 of them. I planted them in a plot in a brush pile back behind the farm house we lived at the time. About the end of June,first of July I started pulling males until there were only 3 left. Carried 2 5 gallon buckets of water to them every other day about the middle of august I was getting pretty ****in paranoid, but finally made it to the middle of October where I pulled them up by the roots and hung them upside down in an old shed for about a week. Then I took 3 days off work and just sat in that shed and worked up that pot.
It was all clean buds. Each plant was separated. Damn good smoke too.
I traded 2 plants through a middle man to some professors at the college, and kept the last plant for myself. I smoked on it for 3 years.
Then I bought 30 acres next to a damn airport and that was the end of that.
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Cool story.
It's been well over 20 years ago in mid-October I took my birddogs out for a run on some conservation land where I knew Woodcock would migrate through. The dogs were working, and I was just ambling along down what I thought was a deer trail. I was watching the dogs and then looked at the trail right in front of me and there it was. A perfectly budded out 6' tall pot plant. It was the morning after the first frost. Perfect! We packed that thing in our game vests and headed for the truck thinking we were either busted or shot. We weren't and we drove off but then we thought hey we aren't busted or shot so let's go look around some more. We ended up finding another plant and we scavenged it as well. We called it Woodcock Weed and we smoked that shit for the next year. Fun times!