I started growing outdoors in the early nineties. I had an understanding on how plant life works in that you put seed in the dirt and add water, and it works.
I smoked leaf, males, seeds and everything.
So let's never think about that again
My dad had grown weed for some time and after he caught me he taught me. Ok, my dad fixes garden problems with either electrical tape or urine, but he sort of gets it to work somehow. I grew a couple of plants and it worked out.
And with an internet connection I could now gather information. I hung at Yahoo! Chats and made friends in their chatrooms and I learned a lot of English, absolute crash course. I sat with a dictionary Infront of the CRT-monitor and sweated.
So I ordered a 600W HPS bulb with a reflector and a ballast. With that I ordered a 6 plant DWC system. Ive seen GHE sell those still, but the one I had I remember as being from another manufacturer. I got a set of GHEs 3 part nutes and just got going. No pH checking, just hit it.
The strange thing is it worked out great, haha. Today I herm plants by farting, but beginners luck I guess.
I had a mentor of sorts online back then who forgot to tell me about pH. But now he did one evening and my world broke a bit. I had been hitting every marker until now.
I sat for hours upon hours with those god damn little strips and I couldn't get the damn pH right. I compared colors and NO NO NO.
I took a walk. Thought about picking up cooking meth instead. Then I never checked my pH again.
Somehow I got almost a pound of weed out of that setup per run.
Man that room was cooking. It was a passively cooled downstairs room and my bedroom was above. I had to sleep on the couch. My girlfriend at the time was a crazy ass hippie chick. It was ok not being able to sleep in the bed, cuz we had a fucking ton of weed. Priorities.
But I had to go live with a bunch of men in a much colder little concrete room for a while. It wasn't because of the grow but because of the herb let's just say.
Then I was a dad of two kids for 20 years thereabouts and didn't want to be the outlaw dad. A thought my father never had. He still builds crossbows and explosives out in the garage, grows weed and makes shine.
These last years I grow again. I know a little more now, but nah, honestly I enjoy the process of learning so much these days that I start over every time. All of the sudden I wanna grow a plant in frosty flakes and it's my damn house so I'll do whatever I want, lol.
When I fall, before I crash, it's one hell of a view, isn't it.
I smoked leaf, males, seeds and everything.
So let's never think about that again
My dad had grown weed for some time and after he caught me he taught me. Ok, my dad fixes garden problems with either electrical tape or urine, but he sort of gets it to work somehow. I grew a couple of plants and it worked out.
And with an internet connection I could now gather information. I hung at Yahoo! Chats and made friends in their chatrooms and I learned a lot of English, absolute crash course. I sat with a dictionary Infront of the CRT-monitor and sweated.
So I ordered a 600W HPS bulb with a reflector and a ballast. With that I ordered a 6 plant DWC system. Ive seen GHE sell those still, but the one I had I remember as being from another manufacturer. I got a set of GHEs 3 part nutes and just got going. No pH checking, just hit it.
The strange thing is it worked out great, haha. Today I herm plants by farting, but beginners luck I guess.
I had a mentor of sorts online back then who forgot to tell me about pH. But now he did one evening and my world broke a bit. I had been hitting every marker until now.
I sat for hours upon hours with those god damn little strips and I couldn't get the damn pH right. I compared colors and NO NO NO.
I took a walk. Thought about picking up cooking meth instead. Then I never checked my pH again.
Somehow I got almost a pound of weed out of that setup per run.
Man that room was cooking. It was a passively cooled downstairs room and my bedroom was above. I had to sleep on the couch. My girlfriend at the time was a crazy ass hippie chick. It was ok not being able to sleep in the bed, cuz we had a fucking ton of weed. Priorities.
But I had to go live with a bunch of men in a much colder little concrete room for a while. It wasn't because of the grow but because of the herb let's just say.
Then I was a dad of two kids for 20 years thereabouts and didn't want to be the outlaw dad. A thought my father never had. He still builds crossbows and explosives out in the garage, grows weed and makes shine.
These last years I grow again. I know a little more now, but nah, honestly I enjoy the process of learning so much these days that I start over every time. All of the sudden I wanna grow a plant in frosty flakes and it's my damn house so I'll do whatever I want, lol.
When I fall, before I crash, it's one hell of a view, isn't it.
