i feel like the bad guy

purplebud27

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fpr some reason when i chop dpwn my harvest i can not help but feeling like an ass hole its like killing one of my kids do you other growers feel like this or is it just me
 
fpr some reason when i chop dpwn my harvest i can not help but feeling like an ass hole its like killing one of my kids do you other growers feel like this or is it just me


Yeah, I feel a little hesitant to chop em down each time, but I kinda pass it off as a "you did your job" kind of thing, and I can't wait to see the buds all by themselves!

I'm like George in Of Mice and Men and the weed is like Lenny..
 
a bit, but then i remember it/they would have died in a few weeks either way. lol. i do tell them goodbye b4 i chop always and if the buds are looking really great i'll compliment her on how great she looks while trimming and hanging.
 
I would think that way about killin an animal.. but when i think about plants it, it seems so apparent to me that all these plants in this world grow to help out other living things.. and they certainly do. "death is a natural part of life...." <---yoda
 
i have no problems hunting and killing animals(deer to be specific), i use all the meat possible and we've got a deer population thats too big for the habitat. our average statewide whitetail gun season (9 days) we bag 400,000 to 500,000 a year and we still got problems with too many deer. with the plant what i dislike about it is it was more like a house pet than a wild animal.
 
taking clones is like chopping off your mates arms - quote

nah, arms dont turn into new living copies of the personsw/identical genetic codes. i consider it giving the plant possible eternal(as long as someone was alive to clone it and passed it down from old to young. ) life bongsmilie:peace:
 
Yeah, I feel bad too... but just while taking them down. Once they're cut it passes.... and then while triming the buds i can almost hear how she gives me that Nelson Munts "ah-Ha!" for all the hard work I got ahead...
 
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