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Originally Posted by philfree
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!
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Someone was pissed.
I went to school with a friend who worked for conservation. For several years he worked undercover as a homeless person in the mark Twain national forest just wandering around scoping out pot patches and organizing busts. Said there were some pretty exotic setups around those mountains.
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