Well, Sunday night. The last four days have been exhausting.
So, here's a
HYENA'S GROW HOUSE update!
Wednesday I tripped up to the GH with evil intentions. The reaper cometh...
Don't fear the reefer...at least that's what I thought they were saying for a number of years...so I walked in and here's where it started...
Intimidating to say the least. I'm already scarred by the daunting amount of work the first 4 harvests have been, and this one looks bigger...
So it took me a couple hours to get settled in, all the tools, and get mentally ready to begin.
Now this room is like the stables at Churchill Downs in May...full of champions! Here's a tribute to Cannabis in all her glory, the beautiful intersection of Mother Nature and Man's hand. Enjoy, my friends!
Fruity aroma, tight, colorful nugs...
A good amount of purple here and there
Finally, my masterpiece: THE TWIN TOWERS
Can't wait to go 9/11 on those babies!!
Yes the whole thing looks perfect, and there are about 1/3 cloudy trichs and maybe an amber here and there but I couldn't see many so ready to go! I attacked like a fat lady locked in an ice cream store.
The first plant:
The first six hours I got two plants done but I felt my pace needed to be faster, that it should have been faster, because I backed off this time on the level of trimming, just taking off the major leaves and maybe hitting each branch with a bit of tidying but nothing like my previous efforts...I prefer to see if getting the leaves "crispy" then finishing them aggressively with the Trimbag is the best way. Here's an example of the rougher trim level I'm going with...
So how could I be behind pace? Then I realized why: there's a LOT more weed. The first couple plants when hung took up WAY more space than previously and I quickly realized my really big drying closet might not be big enough!
The colas thumped into the box, cola after heavy, super-sweet-smelling cola, and the weight just kept piling up...
At the Thursday midday mark I was still only on plant #5. These things were simply huge!
Another one bites the dust...
It seemed endless, the hours dragged by in my stoned haze, snipping and snipping like a mad hobbit. I noticed a fair number of tiny male "flower" structures, like this one, but none that seemingly produced any visible pollen.
I also squeezed a number of buds along the way (like we all do) just probing for seeds, without any luck. Any bad luck I should say. Looks like we avoided any ruinous pollination problem. Hopefully.
So the final hang looked like this...
I had to add another bar to be able to hang everything. I have no idea how much it will come to but it's more fresh pot than I have ever seen in person and it looks mighty, mighty good! The complete satisfaction of finishing such a harvest is almost impossible to describe if you haven't been there...most reading my humble thoughts know full well the pride and pleasure it gives to complete such a complex and delicate task and reap the richest of rewards.
I was pretty selective so there was a lot of frosty larf as well...
Can you say lots of bubble hash? All this from a 10x10 tent. So cool!
But every rocking, all-night party has its bitter next morning cleanup...so it is with weed. The tent looked like whatever was in there had exploded. It took two hours to remove the cores, vacuum all the remnants, scrub the floor, and treat the buckets. Rather than drain my system in between runs, I put Res Clear into all the buckets and the main res and cycle it fully once. It's some sort of acid solution that kills all the crap in the water. By dropping a modest amount of that stuff in every now and then I maybe won't totally prevent algae, but I can knock it way down.
Then time to plant my next generation! The clones have over a foot of roots each so I just got some 6 inch plastic net pots and just wound the roots around in the bottom then added Hydroton.
I handle plants in a manner that looks rougher than it is. I know they need discipline, even a little slapping around. They complain some but you know inside it's the only way they will truly respect you. Respect tinged with a little fear perhaps, but in the end isn't it better if the Captain steers the ship? The next morning every single one was a perky as it gets. Respect.
A couple hours later all in their new homes, everything like a hospital room and me as tired and sore as it's possible to get.
So there it is, and yet there was still another matter, the blooming plants in Tent #2.
Everything in there right on schedule as there's a sea of frosty white button blossoms appearing. I like the canopy height, I like the density, I love that every leaf looks perfect. And the circle of life continues.
I'll go back up Tuesday to buck and finish everything, hopefully with record results. Huge results.. Results so huge no results have ever been huger...no huger in all of history, which is also huge. Everybody knows it. And our hugeness is going to be huger than the hugest huge ever was in the entire huge history of hugeness...
That's what Trump would sound like if he smoked. Yeah, I think he needs it actually.
Peace, Hyena
