G'day.
"I fought the law, and the law won"
Police came the other day and murdered my plants. I was and still am very upset about it. I lost precious genetics, and my smoko for the year....
I woke up around 10am on morning to the loud buzz of the chopper.... My father says to me: "Oh, they must be checking the powerlines..."
I say: "THERES NO FUCKING POWER LINES IN THE FUCKING BUSH!!" and jumped on the quadbike to harass the fuckers... (not really the smartest idea i've had, but i was angry...)
I got out to the patch and it all came home... There they were, hovering about 50m above the patch, blowing everything apart..... All this for 10 plants? THAT WERE LESS THAN 4 FEET HIGH?!
Oh, you ABSOLUTE ****S!!!!
So, I ran down the trail to the patch, and jumped about yelling and screaming: "FUCK OFF" whilst sticking my finger up and gesturing them to get lost.... (Again, a stupid idea... I should have just grabbed the few plants that were starting to bud)
As you can guess, the pricks couldn't believe their luck; The stupid little bastard that had grown these forbidden plants came out and showed himself.... So they started following me overhead.... Blowing sticks and branches down all around me... I was livid. "Give me a fucking rifle" I thought... (Another bright idea... sad thing is I probably would have taken them out. I'm a crack shot too... And what would that have achieved? Life in prison and some very bad publicity for us all...)
Anyways, I thought, "Right, if you're going to cause me all this trouble.... I may as well get my moneys worth..." Since they seemed to be following me now, after taunting them....
So I took them for a few laps around the paddock, Smiling intermittently and waving every now and then, swearing under my breath... A good 20 minutes or so.... Fuel is very expensive for aircraft/choppers....
After boring of this cat-and-mouse game, and feeling depressed and angered.... I went back up to the shed, where my family was watching on... (probably wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, but they should already know.... IM FUCKEN CRAZY!!!!)
They were still intent on hovering over me... Why? I don't know.... I signalled them to come and FUCKING LAND, so I could get at the bastards.... but they just kept hovering..... "All for TEN FUCKING PLANTS?!!" I kept yelling at them....
I thought I might go for a swim in the dam, since it was a fucking hot day, and I'd been running around abit, and they still seemed intent on hovering over me and following me about.... (maybe to see if i'd lead them to more plants?) So I started off down the hill, and they followed.... They eventually came ahead of me and I again signalled for them to land... This time they fucking did. So I started off toward these ****s and their chopper.... They were signalling me not to get too close.... so I stopped.
It was starting to hit home now that I was to be arrested.... So I obeyed and waited for them to come over.
"SIT DOWN" says the skinny old detective, complete with his little army pants and orange shirt. So I did.
"DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE UNDER ARREST"
"YEP!" i said. Why lie now? It'd just make it harder....
Anyhow, he said that cautioning crap and then proceeded to ask questions and such. I obliged, hoping to make the ordeal less painful....
(Which it did. After I'd calmed down, they seemed less 'ready to kick my head in' and actually told me abit about the whole raiding process.... i.e. how they have unmarked cars and personnel parked around all the surrounding roads, ready to come in when the chopper tells them to.... )
You know, as the bastard was taking down 'our conversation' (which consisted of basically; "They were my plants, I grew barely enough for my self, I don't harass you fucks, why are you harassing me?) I asked him, "Shouldn't you be recording this? You could be writing just about anything in that little book!"
And he smiled at me: "Yes i could" and continued writing....
"Oooooohhh you fuckwit....." I thought to myself...
Anyways, I walked them back to the house and got my licence so I could RID myself of this menace.... and it seemed to work. After being compliant, (still, I wasn't going to be a push-over... When that little sodomite in his navy blues piped in at one point, I put him in his place.... "I wasn't talking to you, MATE" ...pointless, but it felt good....)
After the chopper took off again, it was almost like nothing had happened.... The others had come in around the back road and taken my lovelies, which I had BLED, LITERALLY to water, on occasion... (arsehole buckets that had sharp, square-ish handles)
I didn't even see a patrol car....
On later inspection, I found my buckets thrown down deep into the bush.... ("Oh, no, please don't.... i don't like getting scratched by lantana...." pathetic, childish act. Just walked down and got them.... with a smile.... THAT's supposed to deter me?)
The thing that really pissed me off tho was the fact that they'd ripped out my salvia that was in a pot, in a shady place, near the patch.... Thats just a ****-act.
Anyhow, I'm still awaiting my court appearnce letter in the mail. I've no previous convictions except being caught with '.5 grams of cannabis leaf' in shool. (but that was years ago, and they assured me that would be erased as soon as I left school) So I should be OK.... It was only 10 plants.... and only one of them was budded up sufficiently to have been smoked..... And I told them it was mine.... For me.
Moral of the story: Hide your patch better, and don't taunt the police. Because they'll win. Every time.
But hey, I don't have to tell YOU all that, because (i hope) NO ONE IS AS STUPID AS ME!
Hope no one else got done....
"I fought the law, and the law won"
Police came the other day and murdered my plants. I was and still am very upset about it. I lost precious genetics, and my smoko for the year....
I woke up around 10am on morning to the loud buzz of the chopper.... My father says to me: "Oh, they must be checking the powerlines..."
I say: "THERES NO FUCKING POWER LINES IN THE FUCKING BUSH!!" and jumped on the quadbike to harass the fuckers... (not really the smartest idea i've had, but i was angry...)
I got out to the patch and it all came home... There they were, hovering about 50m above the patch, blowing everything apart..... All this for 10 plants? THAT WERE LESS THAN 4 FEET HIGH?!
Oh, you ABSOLUTE ****S!!!!
So, I ran down the trail to the patch, and jumped about yelling and screaming: "FUCK OFF" whilst sticking my finger up and gesturing them to get lost.... (Again, a stupid idea... I should have just grabbed the few plants that were starting to bud)
As you can guess, the pricks couldn't believe their luck; The stupid little bastard that had grown these forbidden plants came out and showed himself.... So they started following me overhead.... Blowing sticks and branches down all around me... I was livid. "Give me a fucking rifle" I thought... (Another bright idea... sad thing is I probably would have taken them out. I'm a crack shot too... And what would that have achieved? Life in prison and some very bad publicity for us all...)
Anyways, I thought, "Right, if you're going to cause me all this trouble.... I may as well get my moneys worth..." Since they seemed to be following me now, after taunting them....
So I took them for a few laps around the paddock, Smiling intermittently and waving every now and then, swearing under my breath... A good 20 minutes or so.... Fuel is very expensive for aircraft/choppers....
After boring of this cat-and-mouse game, and feeling depressed and angered.... I went back up to the shed, where my family was watching on... (probably wondering what the fuck is wrong with me, but they should already know.... IM FUCKEN CRAZY!!!!)
They were still intent on hovering over me... Why? I don't know.... I signalled them to come and FUCKING LAND, so I could get at the bastards.... but they just kept hovering..... "All for TEN FUCKING PLANTS?!!" I kept yelling at them....
I thought I might go for a swim in the dam, since it was a fucking hot day, and I'd been running around abit, and they still seemed intent on hovering over me and following me about.... (maybe to see if i'd lead them to more plants?) So I started off down the hill, and they followed.... They eventually came ahead of me and I again signalled for them to land... This time they fucking did. So I started off toward these ****s and their chopper.... They were signalling me not to get too close.... so I stopped.
It was starting to hit home now that I was to be arrested.... So I obeyed and waited for them to come over.
"SIT DOWN" says the skinny old detective, complete with his little army pants and orange shirt. So I did.
"DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU'RE UNDER ARREST"
"YEP!" i said. Why lie now? It'd just make it harder....
Anyhow, he said that cautioning crap and then proceeded to ask questions and such. I obliged, hoping to make the ordeal less painful....
(Which it did. After I'd calmed down, they seemed less 'ready to kick my head in' and actually told me abit about the whole raiding process.... i.e. how they have unmarked cars and personnel parked around all the surrounding roads, ready to come in when the chopper tells them to.... )
You know, as the bastard was taking down 'our conversation' (which consisted of basically; "They were my plants, I grew barely enough for my self, I don't harass you fucks, why are you harassing me?) I asked him, "Shouldn't you be recording this? You could be writing just about anything in that little book!"
And he smiled at me: "Yes i could" and continued writing....
"Oooooohhh you fuckwit....." I thought to myself...
Anyways, I walked them back to the house and got my licence so I could RID myself of this menace.... and it seemed to work. After being compliant, (still, I wasn't going to be a push-over... When that little sodomite in his navy blues piped in at one point, I put him in his place.... "I wasn't talking to you, MATE" ...pointless, but it felt good....)
After the chopper took off again, it was almost like nothing had happened.... The others had come in around the back road and taken my lovelies, which I had BLED, LITERALLY to water, on occasion... (arsehole buckets that had sharp, square-ish handles)
I didn't even see a patrol car....
On later inspection, I found my buckets thrown down deep into the bush.... ("Oh, no, please don't.... i don't like getting scratched by lantana...." pathetic, childish act. Just walked down and got them.... with a smile.... THAT's supposed to deter me?)
The thing that really pissed me off tho was the fact that they'd ripped out my salvia that was in a pot, in a shady place, near the patch.... Thats just a ****-act.
Anyhow, I'm still awaiting my court appearnce letter in the mail. I've no previous convictions except being caught with '.5 grams of cannabis leaf' in shool. (but that was years ago, and they assured me that would be erased as soon as I left school) So I should be OK.... It was only 10 plants.... and only one of them was budded up sufficiently to have been smoked..... And I told them it was mine.... For me.
Moral of the story: Hide your patch better, and don't taunt the police. Because they'll win. Every time.
But hey, I don't have to tell YOU all that, because (i hope) NO ONE IS AS STUPID AS ME!
Hope no one else got done....
