Hey, how's everyone doing? I hope everyone is staying COVID-19 free and well medicated. Well, the last couple of days in Maine have been rather boring and snowy. Last Thursday into Friday, we received 10 inches of wet, heavy snow that literally bent massive trees over and caused statewide power outages.
The storm was no April Fool's joke as it shut down almost everything that is already almost shut down due to COVID-19. I found myself locked down at home with no power, no internet, and no heat for hours, but I did have a good stockpile of cannabis, which I think should be in every natural disaster kit.
After getting baked and throwing my grandmother's quilt over myself, I got my camera phone and trimming scissors out and figured that I would take a few snaps and snips to see what my harvest of F1 Sour Diesel is going to look like, which is getting chopped tomorrow on Easter Sunday. Fuck the Easter Bunny, he doesn't need to stop here unless he wants to help trim (or has some dank weed), which I hate doing!
60-Foot Birch Tree Kissing the Ground
This is the third day of darkness, and we are done flushing, which I'm so glad is done. My plant sits two feet below the bottom of the tent opening, so I have to use a turkey baster in order to suck the overflow out; however, the extra 2-feet of ceiling height inside my tent that I gained is well worth the agony of bending over while squeezing a kerosene pump for 30 minutes a day for 10 straight days.
I've been growing weed for a while now, and I've never seen sugar leaves with such a high concentration and degree of trichomes ever before in all of my years of growing. This also reinforces my decision to trust a breeder that I never met before when I was looking for the original strain of Sour Diesel.
At Least the Indoor Growing Conditions in Maine are Good!
I'm not sure who else here uses such a barbaric tactic as the one illustrated in the pic below, but this is what I learned from one of my father's hippy friends from the late 70s into the 80s when Bob Segar was the Midnight Rider playing on a Pioneer Reel-to-Reel in my parent's living room while I was shooting everything in sight with BB guns and being grounded on a consistent basis.
WTF IS THAT SMELL?
When I first saw this, I was about 10-years old standing in Oral's garden, don't ask me why his name is Oral, but as fucked up as it is (his parents must have been into some crazy shit to name their kid Oral), this dude packed a 9mm, was no joke, and grew the best weed in the State of Maine during the 70s and early 80s before helicopters and the Maine DEA raided his fields. But, he already knew they were coming, he had more surveillance cameras than they did at the time.
This is what Oral called the death punch, except I saw monkey wrenches, screwdrivers, and pieces of deer bones injected into the stalks of his plants. When I asked the reason behind the madness, he told me about the 3-days of darkness and death punch. The death punch occurs 24-hrs before the chop, and what it does is stress the plant out even more than killing the lights does. The results are an increase in the final production of trichomes, which makes the end product even more potent. So basically, cut the bottom of the stalk and jam whatever you got into the middle of it the day before the chop.
Please stay tuned for the Easter Sunday's harvest of Sour Diesel, and thank you for reading my post! We do grow more in Maine than just spuds, some of us grow some dank buds! Peace out, and I hope all of my stoner friends stays safe and medicated during these trying and desperate times.
"THE DEATH PUNCH" / 5-1 PAINTER'S TOOL
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