I’d just like to say thank you pot heads for ruining my mountain. I would like to be able to enjoy the pristine mountain forests with out the worry that one day I will be out hiking and come across a fire arm guarded marijuana grow area.
This rant is brought to you by yesterdays drug raid about a mile from my house. Nothing new in the mountains of Southern California. A few times a year low flying helicopters sweep around our local mountains looking for pot fields. This one was only half a mile off the highway in an area very familiar to me. It makes me really cautious about the hiking we do every week. What if Alicia and I are just out traipsing around in the forest one day and happen to run across one? Sounds far fetched but I know someone who wandered across a pot farm on the other side of our mountains, near highway 38 and Forest Falls. Luckily, he made it back alive.
I’d heard the ruckus from the helicopters all day and figured some one fell off a ledge hiking at Deep Creek, happens all the time in these mountain communities. The terrain is so remote down there sometimes the safest way out is being air lifted. I was off all day Tuesday and instead of heading South towards Lake Arrowhead and the choppers, I headed up North towards Big Bear for one last summer soak in the cold mountain lake. If I had ventured towards the Lake Arrowhead side of the mountain, I would have seen helicopters flying out huge bales of pot plants, 1.7 million dollars worth, actually.
It took Sheriffs deputies and CAMP agents four hours to confiscate all the marijuana with helicopters; I wish I had made the drive over to that side of town to get some pictures for my blog, but I was to busy at Big Bear, getting chased by swarms of bees. Seriously, why are the bees so aggressive in the fall? I’m not happy about the shorter days either, but I don’t buzz around stinging people freely. At one point, I had about twenty bees around me, no joke. Its really a miracle I didn’t get stung, or bitten. I’m not a great mountain guide; I don’t know the difference between a bee (Sting) and a wasp (bite) I usually just swing at them and hope they leave.
I should be a wasp expert as I have a hive in my back yard right now that I just can’t seem to destroy.
How long do I give it before I admit defeat and contact https://www.pestcontrolberkshire.com/pests/wasps-hornets to ask them to remove it for me? That damn hive in my back yard is why I spend so much time not in my yard this summer season, but out in the mountain forest traipsing around hoping not to stumble upon drug addicts hard at work in our mountain community.
This rant is brought to you by yesterdays drug raid about a mile from my house. Nothing new in the mountains of Southern California. A few times a year low flying helicopters sweep around our local mountains looking for pot fields. This one was only half a mile off the highway in an area very familiar to me. It makes me really cautious about the hiking we do every week. What if Alicia and I are just out traipsing around in the forest one day and happen to run across one? Sounds far fetched but I know someone who wandered across a pot farm on the other side of our mountains, near highway 38 and Forest Falls. Luckily, he made it back alive.
I’d heard the ruckus from the helicopters all day and figured some one fell off a ledge hiking at Deep Creek, happens all the time in these mountain communities. The terrain is so remote down there sometimes the safest way out is being air lifted. I was off all day Tuesday and instead of heading South towards Lake Arrowhead and the choppers, I headed up North towards Big Bear for one last summer soak in the cold mountain lake. If I had ventured towards the Lake Arrowhead side of the mountain, I would have seen helicopters flying out huge bales of pot plants, 1.7 million dollars worth, actually.
It took Sheriffs deputies and CAMP agents four hours to confiscate all the marijuana with helicopters; I wish I had made the drive over to that side of town to get some pictures for my blog, but I was to busy at Big Bear, getting chased by swarms of bees. Seriously, why are the bees so aggressive in the fall? I’m not happy about the shorter days either, but I don’t buzz around stinging people freely. At one point, I had about twenty bees around me, no joke. Its really a miracle I didn’t get stung, or bitten. I’m not a great mountain guide; I don’t know the difference between a bee (Sting) and a wasp (bite) I usually just swing at them and hope they leave.
I should be a wasp expert as I have a hive in my back yard right now that I just can’t seem to destroy.
How long do I give it before I admit defeat and contact https://www.pestcontrolberkshire.com/pests/wasps-hornets to ask them to remove it for me? That damn hive in my back yard is why I spend so much time not in my yard this summer season, but out in the mountain forest traipsing around hoping not to stumble upon drug addicts hard at work in our mountain community.
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Some argue if it were legalized, the government would sell it cheaper than the drug cartels that grow in our mountain. Cool if well, that made sense because government can’t do anything right so we’d still have illegal Mexican cartels with guns (which us legal folks can’t carry) protecting (illegal) drugs in the mountains. And it is scary, dunno what I’d do if i ran across that. Which reminds me my dad got pulled over for having a gallon of water in his truck. They thought he was “growing”. Ok he is my dad, a hippy but umm.., what mtn folk don’t have water in their cars? And he does not grow pot. He respects the forest and stuff. But the illegals totally get away with farming pot and no one cares. Bet they didnt have an adventure pass lol. ok rant over!