A little patch of cannabis hidden on our property

My dad was a rugged outdoorsman, and some of that translated down to me.

I don’t appreciate to fish and hunt appreciate he did, however the lessons he taught myself and others held tploy throughout our life, and dad was regularly prepared for an emergency, so when the worst thing happened, he was ready with a plan… He regularly said that a man’s duty is to protect and supply for his family and friends, above all else.

That still resonates to myself and others to this entirely morning, and is the reason our property was so well prepared for a pandemic. I have our own power source, our own water source, our own still for whiskey, and our own patch of cannabis, for medicine. The state may not consider it medicine yet, even though I do, and until the law catches up with reality I will keep growing our 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 even-handed I don’t deliver away entirely much of our cannabis. Whatever I don’t use I just leave out there, although our friends do think they can help themselves to some of our marijuana if they can find it. It’s appreciate a scavenger hunt on our land, with the prize being a handful of marijuana from our private stash.

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