@Patient puffer
Once you get the hang of it it a cool way to grow. I live in one of those states where, well, they don't just slap your wrist and you pay a fine. You go to jail. Not as bad then as in 1978 where this story took place.
I had gotten out of the service in 70 and spent the next few years being a hippy, still am, but also a self employed little bit of everything. Can go on, that was a wonderful time in my life, but lets get on with the story.
Had been going to community college using my GI Bill, when I was not working. I owned a painting company so I could take a class or two during the day. Running out of year to use my GI bill I went to TAMU. While there, my wife at the time, and I live out of town on a hill covered with oak trees, private property.
Had a buddy that gave me three seeds of what he described as seeds he got from our "CIA" friend, he didn't really work for the CIA but he would never tell us what he did. Anyway, these three seeds supposingly came from Afghanistan. I planted them, not having a clue what I was doing, in a clearing in the oak trees about 50 yards from our trailer, was great sandy loam with lots of composted leaf litter. Did not have to fert much but did give it some early on.
Only one girl make it, but she was spectacular, I had planned on keeping her low so I topped the shit out of her. She would get to 5 feet, chop down to three feet, and so on and so forth. Well she she began stretch at about 4 feet tall and 6 feet wide with a shit load of bud sites. Had no idea what I was going to face next, did not want to mess with her during stretch so I let her do what that bitch knew what to do best, stretch and stretch some some.
She ended up at 14 feet tall and 12 feet across with solid colitas 7 feet from top to bottom and below that for the next couple of feet were individuel buds that ranged from a foot long to three feet long. When pulling off the hwy onto my dirt road and start heading up the hill 150 yards to my trailer you could smell her when the wind was blowing the right direction.
She gave us over 6 pounds of trimmed and dried, cured and caned (put it into oyster tins with snap on lids). Not sure we knew what curing was at the time but knew that we did not want it to mildew so I would open the jars till they would crunch a bit when squeezed.
It was and still is the best cannabis I have ever smoked, and I have been consuming cannabis for damn near 60 years now. The smell/fragrance was like a day old run over skunk, but fuck it was good. Have friends from college that still after 45 years say that it was the best they have had, and one of them live in Colorado now. Could have been no one had received a gift of a quarter pound (of the best cannabis they would hold the rest to a standard) before.
I love it. Never sold any of it, gave most of it away, made a lot a cannabutter and smoked as much as I could.
Thanks for reading this, like I said that was a great time in my life and seeing your pics reminded me so much of growing outside. Would love to do it again, but as a hobby grower that grows for my and my families meds I am happy with my indoor grow. Both vertical and horizontal.