A little patch of cannabis hidden on my property

My dad was a rugged outdoorsman, and some of that translated down to me. I don’t like to fish and hunt like he did, but the lessons he taught me held true throughout my life. Dad was always prepared for an emergency, so when the worst thing happened, he was ready with a plan. He always said that a man’s duty is to protect and provide for his family and friends, above all else. That still resonates to me to this very day, and is the reason my property was so well prepared for a pandemic. I have my own power source, my own water source, my own still for whiskey, and my own patch of cannabis, for medicine. The state may not consider it medicine yet, but I do, and until the law catches up with reality I will keep growing my own cannabis in small amounts. Dad used to grow his own marijuana, too, and most of what I have going descends from the original fields he grew. He was never into marijuana for money, he didn’t sell it, he just used it, and gave the excess to his friends and neighbors. That is the sort of man I try to be, although if I’m being honest I don’t give away very much of my cannabis. Whatever I don’t use I just leave out there, although my friends do know they can help themselves to some of my marijuana if they can find it. It’s like a scavenger hunt on my land, with the prize being a handful of marijuana from my private stash.

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