In the hills of southwestern New Brunswick there are (were, back in 80s) cabins BACK in the woods. Draft dodgers from the Vietnam War. They raise(d) sheep and homegrown. GOOD homegrown. I was taken to one on a winter's night. Huge log cabin, one room, kids hanging off the beams everywhere. The smell of smoke was pervasive. Buddy said, let's go get some of the good stuff and out to the barn we went. In the loft, a whack of plants hanging upside down. He stripped most of one and the result was a plastic bag 4" in diameter and 8" long. I was afeared when I asked how much.. $20... $20! I said, well, $20 each is fine with me. My buddy wasn't pleased but I figured it was for a good cause.

Ya know, sheep sound just like trying to start a Pontiac in cold weather. We laughed over my cityboy comment for about two minutes. It WAS good shit. I may smoke again someday, when I get older, although I expect it might not have the same effect.