This is a true story. It happened back in the mid-seventies.

It was a chilly autumn evening. Stan, Bill, Dennis, Donnie and me... Hook, were on our way to Hoopa for harvest. We knew some pot growers through Stan. Stan was half Hoopa Indian and half French Canadian. We lived just north of the California Border somewhere in Southwest Oregon.

Our route took us over the mountains and took several hours off the trip if we stayed on main highways. We took hwy199 south of Cave Junction. We would turn onto Waldo Rd, which turned into Happy Camp Rd. It is a beautiful drive in the mountains and in the seventies part of it was still dirt road. We took this route as well because we had never seen a police car or government official of any kind on this road... not that they didn't ever use it, but we never saw them. We'd see a dozen or so going the long way.

We were going over the mountain to score some killer weed from the Indians. This was going to be quite the field trip. We had a little bit of weed to smoke to make the trip just that much better. It wasn't much but enough for the 4 hour trip. We had some shake that was in the bag and it was plenty to roll two good joints. I was saving the big bud for last.

We were all laughing at stupid stories we would each tell. It was a fun trip. As the sun was going down the sky was beautiful... it was a really cool day. Five stoners in a car in the middle of nowhere with no care in the world.

As the sky darkened into the night our attention turned to the second joint. We pulled over and smoked it. About the time we finished it, there were lights coming up the road. Since our lights were out we just sat there as it passed. It must have been quite a sight as the other vehicle slowed to check us out 5 young men in their early twenties parked along the side of a road in the middle of nowhere. We thought it a good idea to get moving again, just in case they decided to turn around and check us out closer.

After driving down the road a few miles and we felt confident we weren't being followed we pulled over again to light up that big bud. I had this pipe with a heck of a party bowl on it so I folded over the bud and stuffed it in the pipe and handed it to Bill to light up. As soon as he hit it with the lighter the bud popped and jumped out of the bowl. We all laughed as stoners laugh when sh*t like this happens. Then the laughter began to dissipate to concern when we realized we couldn't find the bud. We all piled out of the car so we could get a better look at the floorboard, which was no easy feat once we realized no one had a flashlight and we were in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.

All I have to say is, "God bless Bic." After an intense search that took at least two minutes one of the guys spotted it under the front seat on the drivers side of my 1971 ford Maverick. We put it back into the bowl and torched it again. By god, that little bastard jumped out of the bowl again! Again we piled out of the car to look for it. This time though, we were 5 minutes into the search and still no bud. Totally miffed, we began to brain storm... where could a little bud go that we wouldn't see it? One of us got the idea to tear the back seat out and look there, because it could have landed on the seat and when we were piling out of the car it might have fallen in the crack and disappeared behind the seat. That was a very intelligent idea, because that is where we found the bud.

I made Bill drive now, because I wanted to supervise the smoking of the Bud. Bill heads down the road. We are all laughing as we talk about the events that had just taken place. We could laugh now... we had the bud back. I was just getting ready to torch that puppy when out of nowhere, we pass this old house along side of the road. Keep in mind, a road that we all thought was deserted and "in the middle of nowhere. Five idiots in a car in the middle of nowhere could hardly resist investigating an old house, with no lights on.

As we got out of the car, I made sure that I placed my thumb over the bowl so that little bastard couldn't escape again. I didn't think to put the pipe on the dash or anything sane... no... I had to take it with me as we went on our exploration tour. The front door was locked. We peered in the window to see it was definitely uninhabited. Stan yelled, "Someone is coming!" We all ran back to the car in a panic. Then we realized he was talking about another car coming down the road. We could see the glow of the headlights in the distant. We piled back in the car and headed on down the road. The car passed us and all was well.

"OK," Donnie said, "Let's smoke that bud!" I pulled my thumb off the bowl and struck the lighter, and to my horror there was no bud in the pipe!

Panic began to set in. Where is it now? We could not believe it had disappeared again. We pulled over and searched the car and the search turned up nothing. Stan suggested that maybe it fell out back at the house. It seemed like the only possibility. So back to house we go. I never actually got off the pavement. I stood on the road as a couple of guys investigated the house when we checked it out earlier. Stan and I were talking when Stan noticed the car lights. So we kept our search to the road. We backed the car up so the headlights would light up the road. All five of us were on our hands and knees looking for this bud as you would looking for a lost contact lens. After about 15 minutes of searching we counted it as lost and got back in the car and went on our way.

One of the guys had some homegrown (leaf or schwago for those youngsters not familiar with the old lingo for the herb.) So we settled for pulling over and smoking some doobs of homegrown. We rolled one for each of us and I was back to driving. I'm sitting in the driver seat enjoying my dooby. The window is rolled down and I'm leaning against the car door with my back to it so I can chat with the guys. I roll my head back to look up at the stars out the window. It is a spectacular evening and there was not a cloud in the sky on this cool autumn night. I'm wearing a wool shirt with flaps over the pockets. My left elbow is resting on the steering wheel and I begin playing with the flap on my shirt pocket while taking in the sight of the glorious heavens. I felt a lump. Upon investigating the lump I realize it is the big bud we were looking for. Apparently, it had stuck like velcro to the soft fibers of wool. Since it was under the flap no one saw it.

When I found it, I declared that we were going to smoke it right now before it gets away again. So I throw it in the bowl and that damn thing tried to jump out of the bowl again... but I was ready for it this time. I smashed it back in the bowl and we smoked it down.

The funny thing about it, that bud was under that shirt flap the whole time I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the road, in the middle of nowhere... We had quite a laugh about that too.

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