Outdoor Growers

Every Damn Time, I put 20-30 in the swamp for a mass outdoor grow. The Fuckin Deer chomp them down to nothing. :lot-o-toke: Then the fuckin Mountain Beavers just eat what's left of the stalk :eek:!! What's a Gorilla Grower supposed to do bout that?? That's why I just grow in Da Backyard anymore!! :ganjamon:
 
Zephyrs said:
Every Damn Time, I put 20-30 in the swamp for a mass outdoor grow. The Fuckin Deer chomp them down to nothing. :lot-o-toke: Then the fuckin Mountain Beavers just eat what's left of the stalk :eek:!! What's a Gorilla Grower supposed to do bout that?? That's why I just grow in Da Backyard anymore!! :ganjamon:
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I use wire fence. Deer fence is usually 7'. Got lots of deer where I am. Also liquid fence labeled for deer and bobcat urine from a trapper's supply seemed to work well in the past.
 
After a few years you learn to circumvent the deer, they chew on them when the plants are younger, and when they are bigger not so much. Second you have to learn that organic is not your friend when in the wilds. All sorts of swamp animals will chew and dig to find that fish you hid under the root ball (Organic Nutes), sorry.
 
LKV said:
build a green house?
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I bought a cheap framed 12'x7' greenhouse last year. It had 4 mill clear film. I covered it with 6 mil panda film for a summer light deprivation.

I never took the plastic covers off and winter hit. It snowed 18 inches one day and the whole thing collapsed. Damn cheap Chinese Made Crap.. :lot-o-toke:. I don't have the money to build a 12x7 from lumber for an outdoor grow house..
 
CaptainLucky said:
I got a leaf miner problem I sprayed them with neem a few days ago but it looks like they are still chewing. I ordered some SNS pest control but it won’t be here till Friday. I’m going to make +spray some homemade pepper spray in the A.M.
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Best wishes to all.

Capitan, neem is not instantaneous and needs continuous applications over time to work: but it does work. As corrected by another member below, it is systemic as it is incorporated into plant tissues.
 
MadMike2 said:
Spraying plants into the flowering stage has always concerned me. Should I be concerned?
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Greetings.
The solution is easy: water with neem, instead of spraying it. In case of watering, neem flour is much more economical (it can also be incorporated and mixed directly with the substrate).
 
MadMike2 said:
I have no interest in growing indoors since the Mediterranean climate here allows me to do so outside. The first rays of a copper colored sun in the morning, the scent of soil, the sounds of nature are not there in a confined, expensive indoor grow space. I think it's very considerate to allow a sub forum for outdoor growing where knowledge can flow. You all have been helpful to me and many others, I bet. Whatever you decide, I will pay attention to.
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Ahhhhh... The old and warm Mediterranean... Even if only as a generic name of a climatic type, I can't help remembering it...

"Maybe because my childhood
is still playing on your beach,
and hidden behind the reeds
sleeps my first love,
I carry your light and your scent
wherever I go...
...And huddled in your sand,
I keep love, games and sorrows...

I, who in my skin have the bitter taste
of the bitter taste of eternal weeping,
that a hundred peoples have poured into you,
from Algeciras to Istanbul,
for you to paint in blue
their long winter nights...
...By dint of misfortunes,
your soul is deep and dark...

To your red sunsets,
my eyes have grown accustomed
like the bend in the road...
...I am a singer, I am a sroryteller,
I like the game and the wine,
I have the soul of a sailor...
...And what am I going to do?
If I was born in the Mediterranean...
...I was born in the Mediterranean...

And you come nearer, sea, and you go away,
after kissing my village...
...playing with the tide,
you leave, thinking of coming back;
you are like a woman,
perfumed with tar...,
...who is longed for and loved....,
...who is known and feared....

Oh! If one day for my bad,
Death comes looking for me...
...push my boat into the sea,
with an autumn east wind,
And let the storm
scrap its white wings...
...And bury me without mourning...
...between the beach and the sky...
On a hillside,
higher than the horizon,
I want to have a good view...
...My body will be a path,
I'll give its green to palm trees, holm oaks and pines,
and yellow to the genista...

But close to the sea, because I...
...I was born in the Mediterranean...
...I was born in the Mediterranean...
...I was born in the Mediterranean..."


Forgive the sentimental intrusion, and cordial greetings from an outdoor grower at 39° North, 900 metres altitude, and hundreds of kilometres from any coastline.
 
Cide Hamete Benengeli said:
Ahhhhh... The old and warm Mediterranean... Even if only as a generic name of a climatic type, I can't help remembering it...

"Maybe because my childhood
is still playing on your beach,
and hidden behind the reeds
sleeps my first love,
I carry your light and your scent
wherever I go...
...And huddled in your sand,
I keep love, games and sorrows...

I, who in my skin have the bitter taste
of the bitter taste of eternal weeping,
that a hundred peoples have poured into you,
from Algeciras to Istanbul,
for you to paint in blue
their long winter nights...
...By dint of misfortunes,
your soul is deep and dark...

To your red sunsets,
my eyes have grown accustomed
like the bend in the road...
...I am a singer, I am a plain poet;
I like the game and the wine,
I have the soul of a sailor...
...And what am I going to do?
If I was born in the Mediterranean...
...I was born in the Mediterranean...

And you come nearer, sea, and you go away,
after kissing my village...
...playing with the tide,
you leave, thinking of coming back;
you are like a woman,
perfumed with tar...,
...who is longed for and loved....,
...who is known and feared....

Oh! If one day for my bad,
Death comes looking for me...
...push my boat into the sea,
with an autumn east wind,
And let the storm
scrap its white wings...
...And bury me without mourning...
...between the beach and the sky...
On a hillside,
higher than the horizon,
I want to have a good view...
...My body will be a path,
I'll give its green to palm trees, holm oaks and pines,
and yellow to the genista...

But close to the sea, because I...
...I was born in the Mediterranean...
...I was born in the Mediterranean...
...I was born in the Mediterranean..."


Forgive the sentimental intrusion, and cordial greetings from an outdoor grower at 39° North, 900 metres altitude, and hundreds of kilometres from any coastline.
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👍That's a good song created out of quite a poem.
 
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