"The trimmers were already at work with KMUD on the camp radio as I put a pot of water to boil on the blue jet of the turkey fryer. All the trimmers were strong women with independent streaks that render them unemployable in the real world. They are the Grower’s new girlfriend (of course), a Lesbian Couple, and some badass café au lait chick from L.A. with Jimi Hendrix hair. The Lesbian Couple were pros, never missing a minute of trimming at the standard rate of $250 per pound. Years of scissorwork had wizened their eyes back in their heads, so they looked like two little possums futzing with the weed. The L.A. Trimmer and the new girlfriend were new to the trade, so they took time to eat breakfast.
The only accepted topics of conversations in Humboldt are what’s your sign, what you can’t eat or what dream you had. I told them about the white owl because I’m obviously an omnivorous Scorpio. The femme of the Lesbian Couple allowed that white owls were “harbingers of good fortune,” while her girl stole my coffee water to make oatmeal for her dog."
A friend of mine emailed this to me, so I thought that I would share. Some more for the Humboldt County Pot story addicts: Click here
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Thanks Ernie, that was a fun link.
ReplyDeleteBoy, that was long. He sure is not the writer sohumborn is/was. But still a pretty good yarn.
ReplyDeleteI've read another version of this before on another place. Here is the link. This one has photos.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.arthurmag.com/2009/01/16/honest-work-life-on-a-humboldt-cannabis-farm-during-harvest-season/