Jacks Surprize
JC X GF X C99
Thanks 180
You guys wont know this cat but he was one of the first people I sent a JC cut to when I first found her. The funny thing is he sent me a camera case full of seeds and I tried to germ them twice with no success, I passed them on to Tommy^2 who had great success with them and then passed em on to others eventually landing with
Kryptonite and he was nice enough to pass on a cut to
Sportster for me. Wow what a long strange trip that was.
Lets watch her grow!!
This is Agent 13
code name Apollo
The Dog!
MOVING MARIJUANA
Written by: Subcool
Imagine it being necessary to move a seven plus foot cannabis plant when its one week into bud, well thats just what happened to us in July of 2005. I was gifted a few cuts of 180s Jack Surprise that was created using my notorious Jacks Cleaner mom x Grapefruit x C99. I had seen photos of her and heard a lot about her but never had a chance to grow it. Kryptonite was nice enough to get a cutting to me, via another friend of ours. She had a long rough journey that really tore her up.
We always keep new incoming cuts separated from our main grow, so we quarantined these little ones in our sunroom. One day, just as the ladies were starting to repair and grow new shoots, they were attacked by a cannabis hungry feline. Apparently the interior door to the sunroom was left ajar and our cannabis hungry cat sensed fresh tender cannabis, so he pushed his way into the sunroom and had himself a stony feast. I was not at all happy but I knew the plants would be fine as they were well rooted and had a good bit of healthy growth on them. The very next day our baby bunny was let out to get some hoppity exercise, apparently she is cannabis-hungry too! When the bunny was done having her stoner-iffic brunch the little Jacks Surprise clones were basically nubs. At this point we realized our pets were herb-lovers, so we built a shelf and placed the ladies on it, away from the stoner critters. As they grew they started coming back as bushes, we decided it had so many shoots the only way to do it justice was under the sun, in the great outdoors. We kept one Jacks Surprise and gave the other to our friend and TGA member, SunyCheba.
Even though we grow legally under our state guidelines, we normally do all of our grows, indoors. Its one thing to grow legally and its another to let everyone in tight-*** America know you grow weed. We were living on some acreage at the time. There was a hidden full sun location, with easy water access out back near the pump house; this is where we planned to place her.
First we had to get the Jacks Surprise lady adjusted to outdoor life. We put her in a two-gallon pot and placed her outside on mild, sunny days. As she grew bigger and stronger and spring solstice approached, we placed her into a thirty- gallon muck bucket and carried her out-back. I used some older super-soil that I had previously used for the indoor garden. I reconditioned the soil with bone meal and bat guano. She grew fast and I tended her faithfully through the hot summer, sometimes watering her two times in one day. My faithful dog protected her from wandering deer or other unwanted visitors. She kept growing and growing, taller than the dog, taller than MzJill, finally taller than me.
One day we received notice from the landlord, he wanted to visit us to check on a leak in the roof, which we had previously made him aware of. About four weeks later we received a letter asking us to vacate within thirty days, as they want to re-roof the home. So we were left with thirty days to find a new home for our family and our cannabis-hungry pets. What the hell do we do with the plant out back that has grown now, to over seven feet tall?
We were able to locate a new home that was on one hundred acres. While MzJill and the children were checking out the house, I wandered off to find a place for our monster marijuana tree. I walked and toked and walked some more, I was out in the middle of nowhere. There was a forest full of huge pine and oak trees, and hills overlooking huge open fields. I was caught up in the beauty of the land, just wandering. I found myself at the top of a hill. I started running down, faster and faster until I reached the bottom and I jumped on what appeared to be a log in the tall wild grass. Next thing I knew I was falling into a dark hole filled half way with water. With my fast stoner-like reactions I was able to grab the sides of the hole to keep myself from falling into the dark water below. As I pulled myself from the hole, and limped with broken ribs towards the house; I realized that my plan needed revising. I hadnt found an area in direct sun, while still being hidden from the farmers working their summer crops, as well there was not water access nearby. I still dont know what we are going to do with this huge pot plant.
We had a lot of work in front of us, and a short time to get it all complete. We sent the children off to Girl Scout camp, and we got busy. MzJills and the homeowners idea of clean, are not the same; not even close! We set out to make this house our home; bleaching, sterilizing, painting, new kitchen counter and carpet shampooing; finally able to start moving in after lots of sleepless nights. Constructing new efficient grow rooms, while tearing down the old grow rooms and keeping the crops on cycle. Finding someone who is a state legal medical marijuana grower, whom can provide a home to a seven-foot monster, isnt as easy as it may sound!
The outlook on finding a home for this healthy, bug-free seven-foot marijuana plant was grim. Until Grandma stepped up! We have a grandma who has had some problems with chronic pain. In the past Grandma has had some major relief from a few of MzJills medical grade cannabis cookies. So we set out to get the ball rolling on getting Grandma her medical card. Then the fun began! How do you go about transporting a seven-foot pot tree to a home forty miles away? Did I mention that the route weaves through the heart of downtown in our capitol city, past the city cop shop, past the skater/thug park and down the freeway; before ending at the final destination in a residential neighborhood?
Its not illegal to transport a giant pot plant through the city under our state guidelines, but its probably not a real smart idea to let everyone see it being done. The first step was getting our Cannabis Tree from out-back to up-front in the driveway. With the help of our good friends CptCrunch and SugarLeaf we came up with a plan. We used CptCrunchs small Toyota truck to drive across the backyard around the trees and flowers, finally out back to our Cannabis Tree. The picture of MzJill holding up the huge plant while CptCrunch weaves his way back up through the yard; is one of my favorites. We used twine to tie-up the plant like a Christmas tree. Then we laid her out on a large tarp, and wrapped her up neatly, once again wrapping with twine. We hoisted her into the bed of Grandmas Ford truck, thirty-gallon bucket included; laying her diagonally across the truck bed. We then took Astro Turf and wrapped her up a little more. Our pot plant looked some-what like a dead body when we were done getting her ready for transport. Just to spice things up a bit; while transporting the Cannabis Tree, a city cop followed Grandma all the way through the heart of the city, but he was just headed in the same direction.
Grandma has a son, whom we will call Joe; he was very excited to become the caretaker of this Jacks Surprise lady. He did a great job giving her a new home. First Joe dug a huge hole in the backyard and loosened the surrounding soil; he refilled the hole with soil from the local nursery. When he transplanted the lady into the ground, he put her deep, the entire root ball down into the ground, up to the lowest branch. This helped to lower the overall height of the plant so she wouldnt be seen above the fence tops. He watered her regularly and I made a few visits with five-gallon jugs of organic nutrients (Pure Blend Bloom and Liquid Karma).
We had a sunny long autumn but late into September it started cooling off more during the night and dew began forming on the buds. I had previously warned Joe about mold and mildew. He built a roof over the lady with a clear piece of four millimeter plastic, to keep the dew off at night yet allow the sun to finish maturing her numerous buds. Anxious Joe and his two Pit Bulls protected her from theft; and she was protected from the dogs by a short wire fence. Although she was no longer in full sun by November, she was showing amber trichomes and nice purple shading to the buds. The Grape Fruit genes influenced the fragrance, but there was a spicy undertone as well.