A Growers Meeting - of a different sort!

Last Monday I, Elaine, went to Spokane for jury duty, but didn't get chosen to stay.  That's okay - I didn't mind.  The case was one of drug possession.  I didn't say it, but thought - if the cops caught him and charged him with possession then he must be guilty.  I suppose we were to decide if the police were honest in their dealings.  Seems strange, but I guess I understand it.

Each juror was questioned and allowed to share any issues that might affect their decision for this case. Some gave info that amazed me - one was a medicinal user and another had a brother who was a legal grower.  WHAT?   I came home thinking that users and growers and those charged with possession were just not good - it seems awful.

What a preface that was to our week.

That same week, the guys started harvesting our silage just up the road by our house.  They ran some test runs one day and were getting ready to start harvesting the next morning when some law enforcement showed up at the field.  Well, Michael and Thomas were there, and called Terry (who was at a circle on a different field) telling him that he'd better get there ASAP.

A helicopter had been flying over and spotted a row of nice green foliage in our silage corn. They knew what that meant! Our guys saw the helicopter but didn't know why it was there or what it was doing.

When the sheriff showed up at the field he began to question our guys.  The questions seemed odd for a moment. Soon they learned that the foliage seen in our field was marijuana and those in the helicopter had called law enforcement to tell them to get here right away because we were harvesting.  

Ya, harvesting silage, but had we not been stopped we would have harvested marijuana and it would have been stacked in the silage pile ready to feed to some awful lucky (or not) cows. Would we have even known what it was?  We didn't even know it was there at that point.  I suppose Thomas (our chopper operator) would have noticed the tall green weeds in the field each time he came upon it, and certainly wondered about it. 

Well, a team of guys came out and pulled it all up and carried it to their dumpster and took it with them to dispose of (where and how I do not know).

Michael helping carry marijuana to the dumpster.

It was interesting to see how fast news travels, but when you have a road block with all these vehicles and men all around, you kinda get noticed.

So, in thinking about my experience in the court room, it's interesting to note that we were growers (clueless, but none-the-less we were growing it) (and what a nice job we were doing at that - they said it looked great - oh great!), therefore we had possession.  WHAT?   That's just bad!  It's a bit disconcerting!  

We are happy it's gone and not harvested by the real growers.   And happily we were and are not users. 

No charges were made, just a few strange thoughts in our minds.

On to silage harvesting ...

This is the field after harvest. 

 Everything looks pretty normal except for the green strip up through about 80 rows.  

To put your mind at ease - that green is night shade and weeds, not marijuana, but it is where the marijuana was growing.  

(FYI - the photos above are courtesy of Michael's phone, except for the last one that I took.  This is the point that I got in on the action. )