Quazi
Member
Hello everyone.
I come to you bearing a story on this snowy winter's evening in hopes that it might educate and inspire those of you unsure about whether/when a clone can be taken. This is also a story for those who think that cannabis is a delicate plant that cannot handle immense amounts of stress. It's also for those who think rooting horomone is absolutely necessary.
I am only here to tell a story. I have learned and understand fine and well the ways of cloning and I have had 100% success since my first experience. I don't necessarily recommend that anyone try this and expect it to work. I just want everyone to know that it does.
I come to you with a story of the strength, perseverance and ultimately, the harvest of a little Kush clone named Sprout.
A Clone Named Sprout
Once upon a time, Quazi only had experience with basements and fluoros. He did not care to take the time to learn the advanced tools of the trade. He only knew enough to help create some ganja:
Then along came a magical wizard more powerful and knowledgeable than any Oz or Einstein. This magical wizard's name was Icmag.
And Icmag showed Quazi the ways of those so closely related to his path. Icmag taught him the ways of the HID. The mysterious voodoo of the great Greenjeans. The mighty destroyer of the arctic tundra, Beezerfroy spoke volumes of the CMH gods. Then there was the almighty Ehngeebee who showed us all how great things could come from small packages.
Quazi also stumbled across the paths of the great and powerful cloners of the gods. Could it be true that it was as simple as it seemed?
And it was good.
Wanting to utilize and use the new information gained, Quazi went to quick work creating tools of the masters:
Only, there was one small problem. Quazi had also heard the many tales of those who said they had tried (or hadn't really) and failed to create the mighty clones which would allow a strain to live on!
As his most recent project was nearing completion, he found himself with three problems.
1) It was time to harvest.
2) All of the good growing tips were covered in bud.
3) Budget, budget, budget.
What was Quazi to do?!
Improvise.
Since it was the first time creating clones, Quazi took a whole tray of them from the wonderful plants being harvested. Only two were allowed in the tray that had tips on them. The rest, including a very special little clone, were taken from the middle of the stems with only the fan leaves to aid them.
The mothers were more than willing to ablige and so, from them:
Came the new family:
They were taken to their new homes where they would be allowed to rest and get ready for beginning their lives anew. They did not bathe in the horomones of the gods before jumping in. They were simply sliced, and inserted into perlite.
Alas: poor Quazi, unlearned in the ways of the cloning, accidentally drowned the entire family by filling up the bottom with too much water... except for one.
Sprout. Sprout was among 4-5 that looked like they would make it. However, Sprout was soon alone.
Then, the big day came when Sprout would get a chance to show herself. The perlite was carefully removed around the base and her new home was eager and waiting.
Unfortunately, poor Quazi didn't realize just how comfortable Sprout hot gotten in her temporary home. She had rooted further down than Quazi had thought. So when she went to be pulled from her perlite, off popped her roots. Clean off from where they had started growing.
After this Quazi thought there couldn't possibly be any hope. According to Icmag, clones needed horomones, proper conditions, a growth tip and they really shouldn't even be taken in flowering, let alone at harvest time!
But Quazi, remembering the teachings of those he had met across his path, decided that perseverance and care would be enough, so he would give it a try anyway.
So, Sprout was planted 14 days after being taken without a root.
Things were not looking up for our little clone:
A day after being transplanted, two of her arms fell off:
It seemed that poor Sprout was weakening by the hour.
So Quazi spent time with Sprout. He told Sprout of the Destroyers of Beezerfroy and the Soggers of Greenjeans and how it seemed that anything was possible.
He checked on her frequently and kept speaking to her, expecting the green to fade, and the poor little girl to shrivel and die before she even got a chance.
Then, after a few days, when the bigger leaves seemed to be fading, something started happening:
Part II continues below...
I come to you bearing a story on this snowy winter's evening in hopes that it might educate and inspire those of you unsure about whether/when a clone can be taken. This is also a story for those who think that cannabis is a delicate plant that cannot handle immense amounts of stress. It's also for those who think rooting horomone is absolutely necessary.
I am only here to tell a story. I have learned and understand fine and well the ways of cloning and I have had 100% success since my first experience. I don't necessarily recommend that anyone try this and expect it to work. I just want everyone to know that it does.
I come to you with a story of the strength, perseverance and ultimately, the harvest of a little Kush clone named Sprout.
A Clone Named Sprout
Once upon a time, Quazi only had experience with basements and fluoros. He did not care to take the time to learn the advanced tools of the trade. He only knew enough to help create some ganja:
Then along came a magical wizard more powerful and knowledgeable than any Oz or Einstein. This magical wizard's name was Icmag.
And Icmag showed Quazi the ways of those so closely related to his path. Icmag taught him the ways of the HID. The mysterious voodoo of the great Greenjeans. The mighty destroyer of the arctic tundra, Beezerfroy spoke volumes of the CMH gods. Then there was the almighty Ehngeebee who showed us all how great things could come from small packages.
Quazi also stumbled across the paths of the great and powerful cloners of the gods. Could it be true that it was as simple as it seemed?
And it was good.
Wanting to utilize and use the new information gained, Quazi went to quick work creating tools of the masters:
Only, there was one small problem. Quazi had also heard the many tales of those who said they had tried (or hadn't really) and failed to create the mighty clones which would allow a strain to live on!
As his most recent project was nearing completion, he found himself with three problems.
1) It was time to harvest.
2) All of the good growing tips were covered in bud.
3) Budget, budget, budget.
What was Quazi to do?!
Improvise.
Since it was the first time creating clones, Quazi took a whole tray of them from the wonderful plants being harvested. Only two were allowed in the tray that had tips on them. The rest, including a very special little clone, were taken from the middle of the stems with only the fan leaves to aid them.
The mothers were more than willing to ablige and so, from them:
Came the new family:
They were taken to their new homes where they would be allowed to rest and get ready for beginning their lives anew. They did not bathe in the horomones of the gods before jumping in. They were simply sliced, and inserted into perlite.
Alas: poor Quazi, unlearned in the ways of the cloning, accidentally drowned the entire family by filling up the bottom with too much water... except for one.
Sprout. Sprout was among 4-5 that looked like they would make it. However, Sprout was soon alone.
Then, the big day came when Sprout would get a chance to show herself. The perlite was carefully removed around the base and her new home was eager and waiting.
Unfortunately, poor Quazi didn't realize just how comfortable Sprout hot gotten in her temporary home. She had rooted further down than Quazi had thought. So when she went to be pulled from her perlite, off popped her roots. Clean off from where they had started growing.
After this Quazi thought there couldn't possibly be any hope. According to Icmag, clones needed horomones, proper conditions, a growth tip and they really shouldn't even be taken in flowering, let alone at harvest time!
But Quazi, remembering the teachings of those he had met across his path, decided that perseverance and care would be enough, so he would give it a try anyway.
So, Sprout was planted 14 days after being taken without a root.
Things were not looking up for our little clone:
A day after being transplanted, two of her arms fell off:
It seemed that poor Sprout was weakening by the hour.
So Quazi spent time with Sprout. He told Sprout of the Destroyers of Beezerfroy and the Soggers of Greenjeans and how it seemed that anything was possible.
He checked on her frequently and kept speaking to her, expecting the green to fade, and the poor little girl to shrivel and die before she even got a chance.
Then, after a few days, when the bigger leaves seemed to be fading, something started happening:
Part II continues below...
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