Years ago I had two patches of weed in the woods, 1 large (45 plants), 1 small (about 8 plants).
On Sept 1 I went out to water and found the small patch had been ripped off.
Knowing the rippers would be back to look around more, and loathe to lose the other patch, I decieded to do "guard duty".
I had a friend drop me and my camping dog Buffalo off bright and early the next day. I set up camp near my patch.
Guard duty meant that I would hang out in my camp all day. I had a tent, cooler, chair, rock ring, and leaning up against a tree, my fishing gear--and my Marlin .22 semi-auto rifle.
The rifle was just for show. It let anyone who might happen by know that I was there and if they were thinking about doing some looking around & ripping they'd be better off doing it somewhere else. I wasn't going to shoot anyone. Pot's important to me but not important enough to take a life over.
Every 7 days my friend would pick me up at the turn out, and drive me back to my house. I'd sleep in a real bed, take a hot shower the next morning, and I'd pick up another weeks worth of supplies on the way back and get dropped off for another week.
I did this for 1 month, at which time I harvested.
But I found out several things during that month.
It's that people are social animals. They need other people.
I mean I had camped out in the woods hundreds of times, but never alone.
The only time I had camped alone was near a road or at a drive-in campground, where there were other people around.
After a few days I was going nuts, and when I came back into town for supplies I called some friends and asked them to come out and see me.
But because of what I was doing I was limited on who I could call.
The entire time I was there (4 weeks) I only had visitors twice, and the only other people I saw the entire time was a group of fishermen, who left quickly because I wouldn't stop talking to them.
Where I was was an ideal spot--a sandy bank next to a stream teeming with native rainbow trout, a small waterfall for "bathing", my tent pitched under a oak tree.
But I was miserable.
Deep in a canyon, there was no communications (walkie-talkie's didn't work there and this was before cell phones which wouldn't have worked either). I had a battery-operated t.v., but no reception, and my radio would only pick up 1 station if I was standing in a certain spot with 1 arm lifted in the air, and it would only pick up KFI--talk shows with people like rush limbaugh.
I had cassette tapes, books and that was it.
Normally I would hike in the daytime but that would defeat my purpose of being there.
Which at long last brings me to my point:
What's the longest time span you have ever been cut off from all human contact?
No other people, no phone/computer/fax etc.
And 2ndly, how long have you gone without tv (includes computers)?
On Sept 1 I went out to water and found the small patch had been ripped off.
Knowing the rippers would be back to look around more, and loathe to lose the other patch, I decieded to do "guard duty".
I had a friend drop me and my camping dog Buffalo off bright and early the next day. I set up camp near my patch.
Guard duty meant that I would hang out in my camp all day. I had a tent, cooler, chair, rock ring, and leaning up against a tree, my fishing gear--and my Marlin .22 semi-auto rifle.
The rifle was just for show. It let anyone who might happen by know that I was there and if they were thinking about doing some looking around & ripping they'd be better off doing it somewhere else. I wasn't going to shoot anyone. Pot's important to me but not important enough to take a life over.
Every 7 days my friend would pick me up at the turn out, and drive me back to my house. I'd sleep in a real bed, take a hot shower the next morning, and I'd pick up another weeks worth of supplies on the way back and get dropped off for another week.
I did this for 1 month, at which time I harvested.
But I found out several things during that month.
It's that people are social animals. They need other people.
I mean I had camped out in the woods hundreds of times, but never alone.
The only time I had camped alone was near a road or at a drive-in campground, where there were other people around.
After a few days I was going nuts, and when I came back into town for supplies I called some friends and asked them to come out and see me.
But because of what I was doing I was limited on who I could call.
The entire time I was there (4 weeks) I only had visitors twice, and the only other people I saw the entire time was a group of fishermen, who left quickly because I wouldn't stop talking to them.
Where I was was an ideal spot--a sandy bank next to a stream teeming with native rainbow trout, a small waterfall for "bathing", my tent pitched under a oak tree.
But I was miserable.
Deep in a canyon, there was no communications (walkie-talkie's didn't work there and this was before cell phones which wouldn't have worked either). I had a battery-operated t.v., but no reception, and my radio would only pick up 1 station if I was standing in a certain spot with 1 arm lifted in the air, and it would only pick up KFI--talk shows with people like rush limbaugh.
I had cassette tapes, books and that was it.
Normally I would hike in the daytime but that would defeat my purpose of being there.
Which at long last brings me to my point:
What's the longest time span you have ever been cut off from all human contact?
No other people, no phone/computer/fax etc.
And 2ndly, how long have you gone without tv (includes computers)?
