Welcome. Know those names. Welcome.
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Hi @Big, welcome to OG! You’ll love it here!! Have fun!
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Hello everyone. i’m Tomcat21 aka Easy. Growing for about 2 years and loving it. I will get a new journal going later at lights on. I look forward to continuing to learn and grow
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Welcome to OG @Tomcat21
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Welcome to OG @Tomcat21
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Welcome aboard my friend
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Hey everyone!
I am glad to be here. I have re-discovered OG as I prepare to do my first serious grow.
Finally at a place in my life where I can do this, plus the laws have changed enough in my state where nobody really cares about some dude growing a few plants.
I am looking to learn and develop some skills for growing healthy plants! 
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Welcome to OG @Greenacarina
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LOL, wow, 26 min apart from the last person, the site is really attracting a ton of new people.
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Welcome to OG @Greenacarina You are in the right place to learn.
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Hello and welcome.
Hi. Great to see ya.
Hi @Greenacarina and @Tomcat21, welcome to OG!! You’ll love it here!! Surely! Enjoy!
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Welcome. Ok now I’m first. I was trying to say no way Doug
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So bets on how long before the next person joins?
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That’s not fair it’s not fair Oh man was taking so long. @DougDawson i think Of alien abduction right now. There are strange things that happens. You got the fire ready over at the lake just getting cold
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Welcome to the big show I’m first. What are you doing post in your whole journal. That is a whole lot of typing
I give up. 
I wanted to be first. Welcome on your masterpiece of writing. 
. I’ve gone to discord I’ve downloaded pictures I’m fixing to go to my page you’re still not here. @Hemp hay. Wrong person. I’m about to have a panic attack. @DougDawson Looks like you’re going to get this one. Good night and welcome maybe you’ll be here before the sun comes up we got some guy that runs around here looking for a rooster you might see him in the morning
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Hello, my fellow grownies.
I hail from north central Minnesota.
I am a total n00b when it comes to this forum but figured it would be nice to keep a little grow journal to document my journey.
I first became acquainted with cannabis in eighth grade when a friend and I happened upon a healthy stand of feral plants while dirtbiking out in the deep country…
Thanks to our D.A.R.E. education, we knew what marijuana looked like, but neither of us beer sippin’ haybale throwin’ hicks had any other previous experience with the 'drug" up to this point.
We stripped the plants of their leaves and promptly tried all sorts of ways to dry the stuff out enough to smoke it.
I can still smell the awful stench of wet leaves sizzling in a microwave. It wasn’t as bad as the hairblower into a shoebox of biomass approach, however…yuck!
Fast forward a month or so and you will find me and my buddiy at our first traditional outdoor kegger. We were kings of the party; our JNCO pockets overflowing with crispy leafage. We must’ve smoked through a couple of ounces of the stuff before I eventually offered my scalding hot piece to the Unkown Hero.
He was the only “old guy” amongst the group of a couple dozen jr high school kids, and looking back, I assume he was probably the party-thrower’s older brother or possibly even their father that had most likely been our chaperone and alcohol supplier.
In any case, after handing my “freshly” packed bowl to the Unknown Hero, instead of graciously accepting it and praising my generosity, he scoffed at it and asked if I was the guy with all the killer weed that had been circulating around the party all night. I proudly confirmed his suspicions.
Instead of berating me or laughing at me, the Unknown Hero dug into his pocket and retrieved one of those good old fashioned metal chamber pipes.
He cracked the piece open to reveal the super stinky, resin-caked buds within, and then performed some Rubics cube-esque wizardry on the apparatus, turning the packed chamber into the bowl.
He discretely handed me the pipe, then directed me to go stand in the woods out-of-sight from the party, and not to return until I had finished smoking the chamber until it was “cashed”;at which time I was meant to return to him his magical vessel.
I faintly recall emptying my pockets with an ear-to-ear smile, and after returning his pipe,
I solemnly thanked and praised the Unknown Hero for bestowing upon me the key to the kingdom.
That was over two decades ago.
I have never looked back.
I popped my first batch of seeds a few years later, at the age of 15, when my stepfather had gifted me a bb gun container full of Jackpine Thunderfuck seeds. (a strain he had personally been breeding for decades)
My first commercial experience was several years ago. A friend of mine declared he was going to open up a CBD dispensary in conjunction with starting an outdoor crop, but he had no idea on how to grow the plant beyond throwing water at it.
He knew that I had had some knowledge about cultivation and offered me the opportunity to oversee the development of 5,000 hemp seedlings.
Talk about trial by fire.
I watched countless YouTube videos, fell asleep to endless hours of podcasts, pirated digital copies of several growcyclopedias, and browsed through many a forum those first years, soaking up everything I could to keep my head above water. My “boss” wasn’t too concerned about spending any money beyond the initial cost of the seeds. He had a grow budget of $0 for I.P.M., and wasn’t about to pay a penny extra for any food for the plants. He didn’t put anything aside for his sole employee/head grower, either. He just wanted his windfall. He did, however, during late veg of the first season, finally give in to my incessant pleading and bought a few hundred pounds of diatomaceous earth from the local co-op. (I later learned that he only acquired it because the guy at the feed store offered him a ridiculously low price on a half pallet of 40lb bags because it had been sitting around collecting dust for several years…I think my boss only payed about 25 or 30 cents a pound for ten bags. (400 lbs.)
I ate ramen noodles for two seasons as I spent my nights eagerly learning about the Soil Food Web, KNF, and anything and everything I could find and soak up about organic and regenerative farming. I experimented with countless homemade pesticides, fungicides, teas, and brews. All the while, as my stomach growled and as I scratched what i could to smoke from the resin-of-the-resin I had so diligently scraped, I told myself that my situation was akin to an unpaid internship at Google…
Then last fall, around mid-flower, while I was at the local gas station,(in a town of about 300 people) I overheard some long-haired “California-type” hippy boasting to the cashier that he operated a sizable hemp farm about an hours drive away.
I caught up with him outside of the store to talk shop and learn more about his operation. Unbeknownst to me at the time, that initial meeting basically served as my first job interview.
I must have intrigued him during that conversation, and I think the sizable batch of seed sprout tea I had riding shotgun might have helped to convince him that I was exactly what he was in search of.
Fast forward once again to this spring, and I find myself in a greenhouse with 30,000 seedlings I raised on my own, and a solid paycheck, to boot!
There is much more to the story…including a lot of the same attitudes my previous boss had shared concerning a grow budget, IPM and infrastructure, but I will wait to unveil the details in my upcoming posts. (Its raining right now, hence the lengthy intro)
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Welcome to OG @iThinkItsCashed
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