Happy Easter!
Here's the official first installment of
HYENA'S GROW HOUSE!
Karma. The circular cosmic determiner of fate. The end result of everything and the reason for everything. The equalizer.
Been feeling a lot of good Karma this weekend.
From my teenage years I have loved cannabis and sought to grow it. I had success way back then, at least to the embryonic level of knowledge I possessed about plants and growing them, an ounce or two of larfy buds from a five-foot plant kind of success. It wasn't much. But it felt like a huge haul. More than anything I fell in love with the feeling of incredible achievement and satisfaction you get from growing your own weed. Every joint of your own weed is special because you made it...and the time and effort it takes, even to do it rather poorly, is a lot of what makes it so special.
Even though it got us really high, my early weed efforts produced mostly leafy, harsh-smoking buds and so we always wondered and talked in hushed tones about the mysterious wizards who grew the extra-awesome dank that occasionally became available from far-off exotic places like Maui and Northern Cali. The stuff in High Times centerfolds seemed other-worldly, yet every now and then someone would pull out a little bud that proved yes, such incredible dank did indeed exist. It was like a sacrament to us. Those sticky, skunky buds put anything I ever grew to shame and I frequently dreamed I could one day be privy to the secrets of the master growers.
Time passes so fast. Thirty years slips by. Then four years ago life reached a place where I decided to put a lifetime dream in motion and began to quietly study the science and art of growing cannabis to its full potential. Secretly, for over six months, I read and absorbed much of what has been written on the subject, then decided to construct a small hidden laboratory where I could experiment and explore what I was learning. Months were spent making secret trips up into my attic, all without the knowledge of my wife and family. Building the lab became a secret life.
Finally it was finished, and I began a first run and it progressed from there very quickly...my first effort only using a total of 1,000 watts produced over two pounds of primo bud. I remember cutting down that first amazing project and marveling at the feel and smell of huge, fresh bud-covered branches of impossibly fragrant weed everywhere...a micro-world so beautiful, it was like all those centerfolds in my boyhood dreams come to life in Technicolor and I was in the middle of it. No longer a dream! I saw cannabis in a whole new way. And as I imagined the possibilities a whole new dream was born.
More than three years pass, and seven runs later, so much learned. Successes and some failures. The latter more valuable to be honest. Overall I felt ready to try this on a larger scale but could never take the risk...I was prepared to hold fantasies of a larger effort in my heart forever, as a fond but impossible dream. And suddenly, unexpectedly, out of the blue, Michigan legalizes cannabis! Boom! The opportunity to realize that next, greatest dream falls straight into my lap. Karma?
At this point the inescapable reality that cannabis isn't going away, combined with the landscape of full legality and black market only separated by a line on the ground, creates huge opportunity for someone who lives in the right place and has the skills to grow top-quality buds. That person would seem to be me. They Hyena Grow House was born.
It was deliciously appropriate that it was on 4/20 that I took my first load of grow supplies, furniture, and equipment to the new house. I look at this the same as if it was a new part-time job that I have to drive to twice a week...I guess it really is...so 4/20 was my first official day at work!
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." -
Wise Asian
The best place to start is at the beginning. Grow room number one looks like this:
It is plenty big enough for the 10x10 tent that will soon be going up.
A 12-bucket ebb and flow system ready to assemble...
With a nice big closet for all the equipment and supplies...note the three awesome Quantum boards I have in the corner...
The coolest thing might be the only item I found overlooked by the previous owners, hidden in a crevice in a closet: a tiny gold-filled antique pocket watch. It is now the official wall clock in the Hyena Grow House:
Appropriately...
Hey, even a broken clock is right twice a day!
In here it will always be 4:20!
So I finally got everything unloaded and in the house and then made the almost 3-hour drive home...tired, but brimming with excitement and anticipation about all the fun to come. I hope I can do this...it's going to be the challenge of a lifetime. But I'm all in at this point. Karma speaks. I'm all in. The circle continues...
So Happy Easter. I'm not religious so it has a slightly different meaning for me...
Peace, Hyena