Epic! We definitely need to hang out sometime.
I remember when my "Pops" found my Garden in the late 1990's.
He was not happy about it, but he didn't kill them or demand that
I do so. So I moved them to State Forest ground and watched every
mother fucking Helicopter that flew over head. I am so glad those
days of constant paranoia and fear are long gone!
The worst was pulling my plants in my underwear and all body painted
up while the "law" circled over head repetitively. That was not a fun
September. They'd always hammer the Forest right prior to harvest
and during it, when the Plants were at their max size and visibility.
You know the drill, 50lbs of Marijuana seized in the Forest---when
it was more 5% of that weight when dried and cured.
In spite of the crapshow that is the world, we have many things to
be grateful for---including legal growing of a medicinal medicine
for the average Jane and Joe!