rocketdog1989
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I started out growing in a box the size of a console tv set. It had a 150watt hps, a blower fan and tubing to force air into the hps reflector. The mothers were kept in a small box on the side with CFL's bulbs which were a brand new thing at the time. The blower would pull air through the ballast box, into the flower box, pulling the air from a 2" pvc pipe that was placed in the center from the mother box. There were 4 pvc pipes that were placed on the side of the mother box to pull air in and keep the light out. The blower compartment had some toilet smelly placed in there to mask the smell. The system was shallow water culture and had 2 plants arranged in a scrog. I built it from one of the very first guides I seen online when I typed in how to grow marijuana into a search engine. I learned how to use GH flora series nutes and had some bangin bud even on my first try. It was a pain to keep filled once the girls started to flower but I kept them happy til the end. I only had maybe an ounce or two but no one knew I was growing. Even my father at the time. I had it exhausting a window and having a negative air pressure design, could keep the smell out of the house.....unless the exhaust pipe falls off. This happened and the bathroom fart eliminator ran out weeks ago, stunk the entire house up of ripening hydro weed. My father went to my bedroom after trying to figure out what stunk so bad and discovered the box in my closet and a tube going from there to the window next to my air conditioner which I had to have running. I ran my lights at night so I was home in case something happened. I was kicked out of the house once he opened up the box and found I was committing a felony. I moved into a friends place and had "The Machine" setup in his work shop. He didn't want it stinking at all so I had it vented out behind the building. This encouraged my friends to start growing themselves and ended up growing weed all over the place including in their courtyard. They had the meter reader wandering over to the meter and seen them growing and reported us. We were raided and all the plants were taken. The cops had no idea my box was a grow box but rather a chemical box or something and didn't bother opening it up. We were all busted and my box ended up in the woods as target practice and stripped of all of its internals. I had a strain called pink floyd that was rare and was pulled out, burned and the mothers the same. It costed us jail time and thousands of dollars in fines. Now its legal and I'm proud to take back what was once our rights as citizens. All of our ancestors grew hemp and many indigenous people grew it and shared it among others during gatherings and smoked pipes. All I live for now is being able to grow. I want to help others achieve the same goals and share my experiences as a grower.