The single most important trip for us ganja warriors. Many years I had grow partners and we'd make a real event out of it. First we would park about a mile from the trailhead, at a different trailhead that went elsewhere. We'd go to our area where we usually had made a small camp (rock ring and a couple of logs to sit on). At dusk we'd go to the garden and chop all the braches off the plants. We'd go back to our bandito camp build a fire and start field-stripping them. That means cutting the buds off the branches. The stems would then get thrown into the fire. And we'd always throw a bud into the fire. "To the fire god" we'd say, for no apparent reason. We'd triple garbage bag the buds and stuff them in our packs. Making our way back to the trailhead we'd stash our packs, one of us would hike back to the car and drive up where we'd load the packs into the car and head for home. Once, on a single grow, I tossed my ganja-laden pack in the back of my van and headed home. A mile or 2 later,still up in the mountains on a wind-y ass road, a cop roars up behind me and lights me up. HOLY SHIT!!! Even triple-bagged, the van REEKED of fresh-cut pot. As I slowed down to pull over at the next turn-out, aready I was figuring how much my bail would be and who I could call to get my ass out of the slammer. So I pull over--and the cop whips around me and continue's on his way.
wow...haha, that's fucking awesome I like your throwing a bud into the fire ritual, it shows that you're not greedy.
lucky u got away for throwing the bud to the fire god he was lookin out for u with a slight buzz i would call him the ganga god laterz
