Been out at the ranch harvesting CBG plants, thousand of em. Off the beaten path at my son-in-law’s ranch. Did I mention way out of the main path?
Anyway, Thursday I was working, and a car pulls up. A man and a lady exit, and summons my SIL over, he and his brother walk over, I’m not really paying attention, pretty soon I hear the lady screaming at the top of her lungs, the mans taking a combative stance.
This is getting good, so I walk over to observe, as I do, I see Biden stickers all over the back of this car. This is going to be fun, AND the big backhoes already idling twenty feet away. This chicks screaming at the top of her lungs, her ” man’s threatening to come over the fence and fuck us all up.
We are all three laughing, and she’s getting madder and madder, going to call the cops and all that palaver. I still don’t have a clue what’s going on. We turn and simply walk away.
The manly man says that’s it, nobody walks away from us, nobody runs to the car, and is digging in the back seat. I’m thinking o shit, the brothers turn and ask me if I’m armed, of course, I am. I start towards the fence, 50 y is a long shot for a 9mm.
I close to 20 y. To my relief, this retard pulls out a Biden sign and drives it in the soft soil in front of the hemp field. And the chick goes ape shit again. The man pounds the sign in the road right of way, not on private property, nothing we can do, or would do.
The ladies now screaming we’ll be back, you rich farmers don’t own the world, we’re going to steal your marijuana? We were laughing again, went back to work. As we walked away I asked what that was all about.
The brothers tell, me these two thought this was a Cannabis farm., wanted the brothers to donate a pound to local BLM, Antifa. When the brothers said fuck you, and this isn’t dope, it’s medicine. The lady went crazy.
When we walked away, didn’t give her any attention she literally went nuts. The younger brother did call the sheriff’s office, and a unit arrived. ” both still there, in their vehicle” Bob, the Deputy had stopped down the road and watched this lady still screaming.
Bob, contacted em, asked for ID, seems the vehicle was out of registration by a few years, and both were suspended ” felony suspended. And zero insurance.
Now the ladies screaming that the brothers set her up, invited her out here with the offer of free marijuana. Bob, listens with a huge smile on his face. Explains that the brothers are licensed CBG growers, it’s not dope.
When she changes her story a bit, he hooks her up for false reporting to a PO. Before you go nuts, I’ve known Bob worked with Bob for 20 years, he is honest to a fault and fair as the day is long. A dam good man, a man of the people.
OSP arrives and has the vehicle towed, city and county can no longer tow vehicles, “in my mind a good thing”, they mostly agree. Certainly made my day, I’m still smiling.
The guy with the girl was last seen walking towards town, 20 miles, a long walk.
Well, the rest of the story is I was driving home, and I see the guy walking down the OC&E hiking trail, about to cross highway140. So I stopped and gave him a ride. He accepted. As we drove he looked at me, asking where he knew me from, I looked very familiar.
I was amused. He told me the story, and I smiled again. As I dropped him off, I told him, it really is CBG, not dope. He walked back to the truck and said, I knew it, I knew I recognized you. Dude was still, hanging onto the door when he asked why did I give him a ride after what his girlfriend did what she did.
My response was simple. Partner, it was the right thing to do. We as people need to help each other when we can, that our politics are different, is no reason to NOT do the right thing, that Life IS the lesson.
The young man smiled and said we won’t bother you again, I promise.
There’s a lesson here, I’m still trying to find the good in it all.
Dirk
Gerard Van der Leun
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Tsok it to me, baby.
“The Meaning of Tsok All practices on the path to buddhahood are methods for gathering the accumulations of merit and wisdom and for purifying our obscurations. These two processes of accumulation and purification go hand in hand; as we accumulate more merit and wisdom, our obscurations automatically diminish.”
We start out with what appears to be a tale of comic buffoonery and end up with an uplifting parable. What a nice surprise!
I actually feel better for reading that. Thanks.
Everybody teaches you something, if only forbearance.
–from Rodger Kamenetz’s “The Jew In The Lotus”
Oh gawd. This sounds like one of those ‘guess the race’ games.
Well, while the slow kids are high fiving each other for learning a valuable life lesson from this – other stupid kids are learning lessons too. You can go out and try to steal dope. You can drive around in an unregistered, uninsured car to do it. If you score – you got impaired imbeciles behind the wheel. And if they get caught, there’s no real consequences other than a long hike back to town – and the marks are so dumb, they’ll probably give them a lift. When they get back to town, Biden, along with a raft of other stupid white people, are going to tell them that they can’t afford wheels or dope because racism!!!
Of course it’s marijuana. It’s all marijuana. But, that was a field of ‘hippies disappointment’. No intoxication. Quite valuable for non-THC use.
You’re a nicer guy than I am Dirk; I figure actions should have consequences and a long walk is usually an opportunity for reflection, if such is possible. Note that the weather did not seem a factor in this tale. The two in the car were clearly the transgressors and the male was an aggressor as well, else the author wouldn’t have had to close the range as he did, otherwise. I rather doubt there were any true epiphanies from the encounter except perhaps for the brothers realizing they should be heeled as well
I believe you are wrong in your assumption of “It’s just politics”. Maybe twenty some years ago or more, but now it’s about the survival of our free country. If people that are dead set on destroying it do not face consequences now, we’ll all suffer later. I at least shun those imbeciles.
!. Shoot.
2. Shovel.
3. Shut up!!!
Is CBG medicine? Or is it another scam.
One Guy, it seems to work if the user believes it works. The claims are reminiscent of snake oil, though, and there is no clinical research.
“This isn’t dope, it’s medicine.” OH, REALLY?
I must have read and heard that 5 gazillion times when I lived in Butte County.
If it has THC in it, it’s DOPE.
When people started growing large pot farms (more than the “6 allowed plants”) in NorCal, the crime rate went way up. The amount of homeless (even BEFORE the Camp Fire) increased exponentially. The number of crackheads, junkies, and meth heads increased exponentially. People were murdered over “bad pot deals”- I knew one of them.
And the number of homeless people that moved to California from other states after pot was ‘de-criminalized’ EXPLODED. As a matter of fact, there are now over 151,000 homeless people in CA.- roughly HALF OF ALL HOMELESS in the USA.
“Legal” pot growing brought in hella more ILLEGAL growers, including Mexican and South American cartels.
And worst of all, so many growers used deadly and unsafe chemicals- rodentcides, pesticides, and even confirmed NEUROTOXINS that were absorbed into the soils, the groundwater, and even into the pot itself. My friends that were BCSO Deputies all agreed that pot growing in NorCal increased the crime rate by a sizeable margin. Streams were dammed or re-routed, soils were eroded, animal habitats were destroyed. The damage done to the environment was horrible, yet rarely reported in the local news. “Honey Oil” houses often EXPLODED into flames, killing and wounding people, and endangering entire neighborhoods. It got SO bad that it became ILLEGAL to buy butane in most places.
And all those “taxes” that growers SWORE they would pay for their pot profits? Last time I checked, enforcement of collecting those “taxes” was damn near impossible, and only a small percentage actually got paid.
OK, I smoked a lotta pot in High School, so I don’t give a crap about people doing a bong hit or two. I like a shot of single malt whisky now and then, but I don’t lie, and say “oh, it’s for MEDICINAL purposes.”
Admit it- growing pot in large amounts is for FINANCIAL purposes.
Ex-cal Pete;
My doctor recently recommended a single nightly wee dram before retiring, for MEDICINAL purposes. Sometimes I do, mostly I don’t. What with the heathen Chinee runnin’ up the cost of whisky, it’s gettin’ as dear as the offerings of Big Pharma. I was long a MacAllan man, but of late have come to appreciate the Aberlour’s A’Bunadh, an interesting and damned good bang for the buck series.
Dope?. Not my grow, I read the lab reports both times. .1 percent THC. 11.5 CBG. These are the best numbers I’ve seen or read in the area. But then this is a specific CBG grow, with specific markets in mind.
Mid last week, some knucklehead did “Jack” three plants. Also cut a fence and pouched a huge buck, behind the corrals.
One of the vehicles was caught, the second wasn’t. Appears these guys were hunting for the meat, they left the head, the story behind the buck is interesting. He’s been on the property for many years, opening day, he’s gone, only to show back up a few days after hunting season.
I never saw him, but they say he feeds on good organic hay daily. I’ve always found it interesting how the big bucks seem to have a calander, opening day they are just gone. Even more fun for me is, this kid, a native american, knew about the old stage coach road, the remains of the old station is still their, fallen down but still their.
I like to go up their and go thru the old dump,find intact bottles,from the mid 1800s, just interesting to me, observing the ” modernization” in the different little dumps up their. Down the road from this one is an older dump with hundreds of early car parts,am told this was the vehicle wrecking yard, early ranch days.
This family are very early Oregon homesteaders. Some of the first in Klamath County. Best part is these folks are down to earth good folk. Who pretty much share the same concerns we all do.
We’re out their for several in our groups birthday party this afternoon. I turn 64 today, Sue is a a year older yesteday, and two others aswell.
Pizza beer and the pond,,,,, fishing is red hot. Big big bass biting now that the weathers cooling off.
After reading the above posts I was struck with the diversity of GV’s readers. Some would practice the three S’s, I get it, and the back hoe was right there. Others wouldn’t pick the retard up.etc etc.
I can’t tell you why I stopped and offered a ride, not something I regularly do. Perhaps a moment of weakness,,,,,, or a higher power telling me to be the bigger person, a better person.
O well for me ,,,, it is, what it is. Friends I’m not one looking forward to what’s to come, yet I know we’ve talked until we’re blue in the face. After 25 years as a poopoo, it is just my nature to try and help those who need help, are unable to navigate thru life. A curse, ? Perhaps, I just know that you can never be wrong when you do what’s right.
As a younger man, pre law enforcement I was a rotten lil fucker, as I aged I’ve tried to make amends as I go.
Dirk
I’ve tried CBD”‘s for pain, didn’t work for me.
Dirk, good story brother. If I could ask, though – brother to brother – please see the difference between “there, their, and they’re”. It’s a difference that matters…
oh, and Dirk – happy birthday brother. Growing old ain’t for sissies. Be blessed, my friend; and stay safe in the soon arriving hot stupidity.
– Grandpa
Picking up the guy afterwards is a type of psychological victory over the offenders. It has a real impact on the offending party and makes them feel compromised or defeated. It also shows a type of quiet strength that is unsettling to a repeat offender and really “takes the wind from their sails.”
It is a real psychological victory.
Cannabis can be medicine. Can be a crutch. The love of money is the root of the evils of the whole dope culture.
Regarding the query of a moral; In my opinion, the moral of this little tale involves the youngster’s promise. That’s the seed of turning away from leftist crap. Giving your word and keeping it. Key.
“Panama Red, Panama Red, he’ll steal your woman then he’ll rob your head.”
Placed myself in your situation duly noting the remote location. Had it been me the only restraining factor would have been the presence of the SIL and his brother. Given the s–t that’s been crammed down my throat for the past 4 plus years I may well have resorted to Mark Matis’ solution.
I just returned from a 1000 mile drive into farm country, where we laid my mom to rest in the little country cemetery near Nash, Oklahoma, population of about 200, near the panhandle and the Kansas state line. Think of where the movie Twister was filmed and you can picture it.
My 91-year-old mom was born in a farmhouse nearby and until high school, attended school in a one-room schoolhouse with a pot-bellied stove and a “little house on the prairie” for when nature called. Her widowed sister moved back a few years ago to marry her junior high sweetheart at the age of 84.
Her husband owns 4 farms passed down through generations. All of his kids from his first marriage live nearby. The people here all have pioneer ancestors who made the run into Indian territory and settled. They grow wheat and cattle. Some have oil and do fracking.
My family has 53 ancestors in that local cemetery. From there you can look in one direction and see 30 miles away; look another and see you can see 20 miles away. The land is flat, with undulating prairies and farm fields. The people here are all hard-working farmers and very good-hearted people. They are the type of people who all brought their combines to bring in the wheat harvest when one of my uncles lay in the hospital dying of pneumonia, just so my aunt wouldn’t lose everything.
Guess what’s just opened down the road? A giant, commercially owned pot farm. It’s surrounded by tall barbed wire fences, security cameras, large searchlights at night sweeping the fields, and armed guards geared up like Army Rangers. It looks like a penitentiary. Reading this story, I now know why. My aunt’s husband told me that each marijuana plant will bring in $10,000 from seed to harvest. Weed plants for as far as the eye could see.
That’s what’s happening to our farming communities. Now this tiny, peaceful town that time is passing by will have nuts and criminals coming all over from everywhere. The once beautiful, velvety black night sky, alive with the diamonds of the Milky Way, is now washed out by searchlights.
…and a tale it is.
I suffer from severe back pain, well I did. I recently had three disc’s changed out in my neck, I can move well now, and feel my hands again. Prior to that when I retired in 2010, I made the statement I was going to ” grow” here in Oregon it’s legal.
Some of the OG growers in the area, guys I chased around for years, and eventually became friends with, arrived at my home one day, many years ago now, with soils clones, shovels, they literally mixed my soils, planted the clones, and stopped by every week or so for a season.
I grew my legal amount of plants, ” had a card” the plants were huge, 12 ft tall, the other strains were only 6 ft tall, but 25 ft around. I spent sixty days manicuring bud, and was wayyyyyyyyy wayyyyyy over my three pound limit, by literally 30 pounds. Now I don’t manicure like store purchased bud, but my rational is I was cutting far to much of the tricomds off ” The crystals”think that’s right”
And I GAVE all of it away, to vet friends. For some reason I have a high number of friends whom are afflicted with Parkensons desease, a life altering nasty thing to have. My stuff went to them, mostly.
Have you ever see. A miracle?,,,,,,,I have, provide a person afflicted with Parkensons, a joint, after they stick it in their eye, their nose, or ear, and take a puff, just one puff. They stop shaking , literally stop shaking are ” normal” whatever that is” one of the most amazing things I’ve ever experienced, truly a miracle.
To be able to share something so simple, and achieve such wonderful results, is amazing. It’s gods gift to those with this disease. I grew for several years, I may start again. The second objective was more in like with our prepper values.
Man will always require his vices, be it the kind you drink, or smoke. I can think of worse problems then 20 pounds on the shelf for a rainy day.
SPELLING, yea I know, I use to be pretty dam articulate, in my report writing days, not so much anymore. It’s a problem, I recognize. To you attempting to help, thank you. I no longer write enough to recall the grammer rules. In fact if it weren’t for spell check, I’d be screwed. So with spell check, I only appear to be half retarded!. Ha ha.
Dirk
Dirk, have you ever consider taking the excess bud you mention, and processing it into Rick Simpson Oil (RSO)? The procedure for doing so is on his website Phoenix Tears. Mr. Simpson presents RSO largely as a method of killing cancer, and yes, I know this is anecdotal, but Spanish and Italian researches are determining that this, RSO, is more than just mere anecdotal.
My best friend, who is fighting a cancer that took a good chunk of his face, and has suffered through surgeries, radiation, chemo, and immunotherapy, is currently using RSO in his battle, as the previous medical treatments have not been fully effective. We shall see if RSO has been effective for him in November, when insurance will finally pay for a follow-up PET scan.
Additionally, my brother’s wife, who suffers from severe rheumatoid arthritis, and has endured a number of joint surgeries, and had been taking an untold number of opioid type drugs for pain control, has switched to using only RSO, which my brother produces himself from the plants he grows. She is completely off of pharmaceuticals, and is moving around better than she has been able to over the past 10 years.
Rick Simpson’s RSO information is, to my thinking at least, well worth investigating.