The Crop Report : Paranoid growers, outnumbered cops, guardsnakes: Dispatches from the Pot Belt.
Story & photos by Joshua Greene Thursday, April 07, 2005
http://www.freetimes.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=2504 THE OLD MAN'S STORY begins in a cabin in the deepest hills of Eastern Kentucky.
Perry County Deputy Sparkmandrives up a "holler" to visit some pot growers.
“The state police,” he says, emphasizing the pole , “come up the road on his four-wheeler. I could hear him coming from a long, long way. He comes up and I'm sitting on the porch and he says to me, ‘Could I buy a glass of water?' He was so thirsty, said he was ‘terrified' driving up these hollers, looking for pot.”
The storyteller is a Bearcat of a man, with beady and watchful blue eyes, and clad in denim overalls and a leather biker vest and cap. It's in the wee hours of the night, and he's drunk and flying on exotic painkillers. “I said, ‘I got water and I got ice-cold beer.'”
Because bootlegging is a common crime in Eastern Kentucky, the old man said he couldn't sell the beer to the man but he'd gladly give him one. The old criminal and the state trooper spend the next hour chugging beers and telling tales.
“He drank two beers and asked where he could piss at. I told him around the back and he went on the other side where I had my pot plants, four of them, every bit of six feet tall. He went over there and pissed on my purdiest pot plant, 'n' either he didn't know what he was looking for, or he was scared.”
On another occasion, the Bearcat was not so lucky...