Vee
Ancient Member
just found that book: I got in the late 70's, some really good pics too
the .pdf here https://saltonverde.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/TheMarijuanaGrowersGuide.pdf
At a ZZ Top concert, I was coughing hard on some good Skunk, and when I turned,It was a >resourceful< hobby then...as you well know @vostok . There was no INTERNET...no seedbanks...no clone shops...very few hydro/garden shops/etc/etc/etc. It was all about what you read and who you had a chance encounter with who had more knowledge than you. It was often easy to tell if they did when they broke out their stash. I had a chance encounter at a party one night and it changed my world. The guy knew how to clone pot...and was "holding" some very nice green bud. (in a brown bud world..LOL) After a few attempts I got the cloning thing down. Like you...I did 2 grows w/shop lights and saved enough $$$ to grab a 400 hps. From there it just mushroomed.
The acceptance/legality does work both ways on the "fun" factor here. I miss the feeling of old that few were taking the risks I was...and the nice rewards for that risk... but it was also very wearing. Without a doubt...the more money and ease that came into the picture the less sharing and caring there was....but that's not to say that the old days were free from the greed and the BS. I'm sure you remember some of the same stories I do of crossed partnerships/friendship ending spats. Ah....the glory days...Heehee.
Over here in the US...we have quite a ways to go to "accept" pot for what it is...and to allow it's use to be in the same realm as alcohol. The public likes the thought that the taxes are there...but they don't wanna >smell< how that money was made and for the most part...all of it is still hidden in the shadows. I mean...remember the concerts of old where you could barely see the band on stage for the weed smoke? Now it's a buncha fat ass fucking drunks...blabbering through the entire show. LOL...and nobody really has the balls to fire one up...take a few big hits...and pass it down the row to the next folks lie we did back then.
So in all reality...a bunch of that fun stuff we once knew changed quite awhile ago rather than >just recently<.
Sure would be nice if some of it would change back again...LOL.
I once moved in a house, moved out of the house, run my car in a ditch and got caught for wreckless op, all in 24 hrs on those damn 714's.The concerts were certainly epic. We were so young at the onset that we'd Shanghai our dads into driving us to/from the show.
Saw the first KISS tour. Smoked a shit load of weed and ate some kinda downers...and by the time I hit the lobby after the show I was feeling the full effects of the night. Dad was circling the venue waiting for us to come out...and I...by that time...was holding up one of those giant pillars in front of the building. My buddies kinda shielded me a bit from view and drug me over the car. Plop. I somehow held it together...sorta....and we went home. The next day when I got up my dad was at the kitchen table...tilting his head...and I knew the shit was about to hit da fan. "WTF was that shit last night. What were you on?" I was able to circumvent and tell made up tale about some kinda booze some guy passed to us at the show...that musta had >something< in it...
but from then on the taxi rides kinda stopped...LOL.....as did coming home at a reasonable hour....snicker... trip...stumble...oops...
OMG! The Monkees?Well....let me tell ya about my first epic concert......The Monkees!
The second....Paul Revere and the Raiders!
Then the progression into pot smoking age....New Riders of the Purple Sage!
Craziest concert ever...1973 Frankfurt Germany, headliners Moody Blues, ELP.
Another 8 or 10 bands Gentle Giant, Little Feat can't remember the rest, lotta hype.
Place was packed to the rafters!
ELP started... epic light show, fireworks, moog.
After they got done were waiting for the next band.
Announcer came on and gave the bad news.....nobody else was gonna show up!
Can't remember why?
WTF....my first intro to a full on riot.
Crazy fuckers were stomping in the balcony so hard it was shaking the building.
Then chairs, wine bottles.....a lot of wine bottles came raining down from above.
People were falling down getting trampled trying to get out.
Lot of peeps cut and bleeding from the above onslaught....fucking rads!
Ok......memoryFuckin' Old People
OK...med time!
Ahh yes....rainbows!Those are Tuinal 200 mg. A mix of Amobarbital and Secobarbital. A six pack in a pill....Heehee. The Darvocet-N was the one that fucked me up once when I had the flu in college w/chest pains. All I could keep down for days was OJ and Darvocet. It was a nice ride (at home...on the parents couch) for feeling like shit...Heehee.
"Better Living Through Chemistry"
That would be a tulynol. lolToday we are doing one of those memory games for your dementia, kids! (Yes...you'll get your meds soon)
OK guys...I need a brain jilt here. Does anyone remember an approach called "The Grow tunnel" that was popular for a bit there....and I think...was intro'd by a guy called "Keef Trees"? Ring a bell? Did I burn through the fog?
I remember making a huge "reflector" out of a 4' x 8' piece of 1/8" thick masonite that I glued a space blanket to....and curving that bitch with a wood frame......then slapping 2 or 3 1000's in there... bare lamps or in cool tubes. The fucker was almost as heavy as a Can Filter in the day...LOL.
LOL...>>>>STONERS<<<< Sure was more inventive and out there (IMO) back then than it is today. Just buy and hang that light...just buy and hang that light. (remember...those diode things go on the bottom) Heehee.
Fuckin' Old People
OK...med time!
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