I didn’t want to compete with him, of course, I was just fascinated by the marijuana growing process and wanted to apprentice with him
Country people are the backbone of this country, and always have been. You go back far enough, outside of a few cities there were only country folk. Native tribes were the definition of living off the land, but settlers and farmers practiced that as well. There were no stores, no quick fixes, no outside help, you had to catch, kill, and cook, or grow whatever you wanted to eat, and make whatever you needed to use. This spirit is why I will never move away to a city, because I love the independence of the people who live here. My dad has his own still, and our neighbor Mr. Oates is well known for growing pot. He doesn’t sell his marijuana he cultivates, he just uses it to barter with his neighbors for other goods. By looking at old Mr. Oates you would never in a million tears guess he was a marijuana farmer, especially one so good at it! This is not just some patch of ditch weed, he cultivates and grows the best marijuana crops I have ever personally sampled. He gave me some of his grass, and I was so impressed I asked him to teach me the ropes of marijuana cultivation. I didn’t want to compete with him, of course, I was just fascinated by the marijuana growing process and wanted to apprentice with him. After all, growing marijuana was a valuable resource out here in the country, and it is a skill I could use for the rest of my life. Wish me luck with it!