Smokin Moose
Fallen Cannabis Warrior & Ex Moderator
It was summer 1971, the Vietnam war was still raging. We lived in a small town south of San Jose Calif. Most of us had already served our time or were just returning from SE Asia. The Hippie culture was still going strong but not the same as when it first started. Weed was easy to get, lots of good quality Mexican and a few exotic strains could be found. Thai stick and all kinds of hash were available. Acapulco Gold, and the great Mexican Sativas were easy to get. Seems strange now but there wasn't a lot of Vietnamese weed around. You would think with all the guys returning there would have been lots...but that wasn't the case. Not a lot of people were lucky enough to get to smoke some of this great weed. Its some of the most powerful weed that I ever smoked. This is not a weed you sat around and smoked all day. In fact just having some to smoke was a miracle.
I'll never forget the first Vietnamese weed I ever smoked. It's everything you've ever heard and more. I was just lucky and a friend gave me a little. I've been smoking since 1966 and there's only a few strains that stand out as the absolute best. The Vietnamese, some African and some greenhouse out of Arizona about 1971 also (man that's another story ). Paranoia was one of the effects of the Vietnamese LOL. You were so stoned you would be paranoid about it...everyone sees you and knows you're stoned as hell. If they look at you they know LOL. It was an overpowering high. I was sitting at home on a nice summer morning and I see a buddy that I hadn't seen for about a year walk to the porch and knock on the door. He was home on leave from Vietnam for 30 days and then was going to Thailand for a year. He said he only had a few moments but he wanted to come by to say hi and give me something. Well he hands me 3 rolled joints, not real big - more on the smaller size, he said he brought it back for me from the Nam. We talked a few minutes and he hit the road. I'd see him again and party with him before he went back. It was a trip seeing him out of the blue like that, I had dropped him off at the airport when he went over, he had hitched a ride on a military transport. He was in the army but it was pretty common then to hitch a ride...didn't cost anything and you could wait until the last minute to get to your station and blame any lateness on the Air Force LOL.
After he left I decided to go pick up a couple of friends and take a nice drive out around the dams and smoke one these babies. I picked up two of my brothers-in-law and another friend. Always nice and mellow out around the dams, a good place to get high...no cops. We stopped and picked up a couple of 6 packs and we were on our way. I didn't tell them what kind of weed I had, but after we had a couple of beers and were cruising along I whip a joint out. Everyone says 'all right! "LT" way to go!' Two guys were very experienced smokers and one was a beginner. Well I fire that baby up take a big hit and pass it. The joint makes it back to me, and again a big hit and pass it. One more time and I notice one guy passes it, next time around no one wants to smoke anymore. I still had a decent roach so I put it in the ashtray. Its quiet as hell and no one is speaking. These guys were ripped (so was I). I could see my two buddies in the back seat through the rear view mirror. The guy next to me is really stoned. I figured it was time to liven things up a bit. As I'm driving down the road I get a really devious thought. Should I or shouldn't I? Well.........I did.
I'm doing around 20 miles an hour and look into the rear view mirror and say "oh shit there's a cop on our ass, don't turn around and look maybe he will just pass and go on", their eyes got about as big as silver dollars. Now my three friends are freaking out, they are so paranoid it's unreal. I can see it in their faces. I'm trying my hardest not to laugh. The two guys in the back seat are getting lower and lower in the seat, I guess they thought they could hide or disappear that way LOL. I drive about a mile down the road and then........ its time for the "Coup De Grace", I say "damn he put the lights on us". Up ahead is a pullover so I start to slow down and pull into the spot when all of a sudden I say "fuck him, he will never take us alive" and peel out back onto the road, floor it and haul ass. By the looks on their faces they were terrified LOL. By this time I have tears rolling down my face because I'm trying not to laugh out loud. It was the most hilarious sight from my view LOL. Finally some one turns around and looks......no cops....no nobody just us. The profanities started coming.....man were they pissed at me LOL. Its a wonder they didn't drag me out of the car and beat the hell out of me...I wouldn't have blamed them LOL.
The guy who was the beginner smoker never did really turn into a smoker like the rest of us already were. I think the Vietnamese weed scared him so bad he was afraid of any weed afterwards, man that is not a weed for beginners LOL. After everyone was done being pissed at me we all laughed our asses off for the rest of the day. By that evening everyone we knew had heard about it and were laughing their asses off also. Of course I got my paybacks in due time. We were all practical jokers and loved to mess with each other. I knew I'd never get away with it without something being done to me sooner or later LOL...just the way it worked. And again that's another story. The 60s and early 70s were a smoker's paradise. The selection of fine weed was astounding. Ah.....the good old days.
By Pistolero
I'll never forget the first Vietnamese weed I ever smoked. It's everything you've ever heard and more. I was just lucky and a friend gave me a little. I've been smoking since 1966 and there's only a few strains that stand out as the absolute best. The Vietnamese, some African and some greenhouse out of Arizona about 1971 also (man that's another story ). Paranoia was one of the effects of the Vietnamese LOL. You were so stoned you would be paranoid about it...everyone sees you and knows you're stoned as hell. If they look at you they know LOL. It was an overpowering high. I was sitting at home on a nice summer morning and I see a buddy that I hadn't seen for about a year walk to the porch and knock on the door. He was home on leave from Vietnam for 30 days and then was going to Thailand for a year. He said he only had a few moments but he wanted to come by to say hi and give me something. Well he hands me 3 rolled joints, not real big - more on the smaller size, he said he brought it back for me from the Nam. We talked a few minutes and he hit the road. I'd see him again and party with him before he went back. It was a trip seeing him out of the blue like that, I had dropped him off at the airport when he went over, he had hitched a ride on a military transport. He was in the army but it was pretty common then to hitch a ride...didn't cost anything and you could wait until the last minute to get to your station and blame any lateness on the Air Force LOL.
After he left I decided to go pick up a couple of friends and take a nice drive out around the dams and smoke one these babies. I picked up two of my brothers-in-law and another friend. Always nice and mellow out around the dams, a good place to get high...no cops. We stopped and picked up a couple of 6 packs and we were on our way. I didn't tell them what kind of weed I had, but after we had a couple of beers and were cruising along I whip a joint out. Everyone says 'all right! "LT" way to go!' Two guys were very experienced smokers and one was a beginner. Well I fire that baby up take a big hit and pass it. The joint makes it back to me, and again a big hit and pass it. One more time and I notice one guy passes it, next time around no one wants to smoke anymore. I still had a decent roach so I put it in the ashtray. Its quiet as hell and no one is speaking. These guys were ripped (so was I). I could see my two buddies in the back seat through the rear view mirror. The guy next to me is really stoned. I figured it was time to liven things up a bit. As I'm driving down the road I get a really devious thought. Should I or shouldn't I? Well.........I did.
I'm doing around 20 miles an hour and look into the rear view mirror and say "oh shit there's a cop on our ass, don't turn around and look maybe he will just pass and go on", their eyes got about as big as silver dollars. Now my three friends are freaking out, they are so paranoid it's unreal. I can see it in their faces. I'm trying my hardest not to laugh. The two guys in the back seat are getting lower and lower in the seat, I guess they thought they could hide or disappear that way LOL. I drive about a mile down the road and then........ its time for the "Coup De Grace", I say "damn he put the lights on us". Up ahead is a pullover so I start to slow down and pull into the spot when all of a sudden I say "fuck him, he will never take us alive" and peel out back onto the road, floor it and haul ass. By the looks on their faces they were terrified LOL. By this time I have tears rolling down my face because I'm trying not to laugh out loud. It was the most hilarious sight from my view LOL. Finally some one turns around and looks......no cops....no nobody just us. The profanities started coming.....man were they pissed at me LOL. Its a wonder they didn't drag me out of the car and beat the hell out of me...I wouldn't have blamed them LOL.
The guy who was the beginner smoker never did really turn into a smoker like the rest of us already were. I think the Vietnamese weed scared him so bad he was afraid of any weed afterwards, man that is not a weed for beginners LOL. After everyone was done being pissed at me we all laughed our asses off for the rest of the day. By that evening everyone we knew had heard about it and were laughing their asses off also. Of course I got my paybacks in due time. We were all practical jokers and loved to mess with each other. I knew I'd never get away with it without something being done to me sooner or later LOL...just the way it worked. And again that's another story. The 60s and early 70s were a smoker's paradise. The selection of fine weed was astounding. Ah.....the good old days.
By Pistolero
thats a good story man, i just could picture everything 
