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In reply to the discussion: On Smoking Weed in the Late 60s and 70s [View all]MineralMan
(146,116 posts)in Iowa. As we were driving down a road, we passed a corn field. At the bottom corner of the field, near the ditch on the road was an enormous marijuana plant that had been fertilized with the corn. It was at least 12 feet high. On several of the branches were huge flower clusters, with purple leaves and buds coated with little balls of resin. Jebus! It wasn't a hemp plant, like the stuff that grew everywhere in the ditches. This was someone's pet weed.
I made my wife's brother stop, and I cut one flower head off the plant and we took it with us. I stripped it down carefully and put it in their dehydrator - the one they used to dry fruit and stuff. In a couple of days, it was ready. I rolled up some joints and my then wife and I lit up. We got her brother and his wife to join us. They weren't regular tokers, but they played along. Amazing stuff that was, even if it was ditch weed. I felt a little guilty about stealing someone's pet dope, but screw that, really. There were at least four ounces of the dried stuff from that one monstrous flower head.
I tried to figure out some way to get it back to California, but decided not to take the risk, so I left it with her brother and his wife. Over time, they smoked it all up and shared it with their friends. What a sad day it was, flying back to California without it.