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It did not involve a 's Special Coverage of Marijuana in America At the time, Nate was a nineteen-year-old high school dropout who worked at a Pizza Hut in Coeur D' Alene - a gorgeous but dull resort town in Idaho - and sold the occasional dime bag on the side. Nate had never been the type to come up with a million-dollar brainstorm.
(Says Terry Morgan, a police detective who investigated Nate's crew, "I always tell people, ' Oh, yeah, that works Keep using it.'")Runners would cross the border, six at a time, carrying long canvas hockey bags filled with cash – eventually as much as 0,000 a run.
In Canada, they would meet their contacts from Nelson on an old closed road and exchange the cash for weed. Once they were back in America, a truck would swing by and pick up the weed.
Her drive-way would get blocked every time the snowplow would go by. Once safely on American soil, the pair met their friends at an Outback Steakhouse and, in Topher's words, "ate like starving coyotes." Excited by the success of their first outing, they showed their friends the weed – which was, they all had to admit, fairly skunk-looking tourist weed. "This was like Cali Mexican weed."aving doubled their initial investment in roughly a day, Nate and Topher quickly planned a second run. Before they knew it, they had gone from struggling to put gas in their cars to running a major pot enterprise that was bringing in thousands of dollars a day. "Marijuana's Big Moment As business boomed, the guys found a couple of steady suppliers from Nelson – a town that Drew Edwards, in his book calls "the marijuana-culture capital of North America." Nelson's remoteness makes it ideal terrain for pot growers – so much so that the town of 10,000 has its own currency exchange.
Nathaniel would always run over and shovel her drive, and later she'd tell me that she tried to give him money and he'd say, ' No, no.'"For their first pot run, Nate and Topher drove up to Creston, B. Once there, they hit the local bars in search of a connection. "We saw this old man, and we made a hand gesture, like smoking a bowl," Topher recalls. "Within a few weeks I went from selling eighths to quarter pounds," says Scuzz, who could pass for a pro snowboarder with his goatee and wraparound shades. Overlooking the main street is the Holy Smoke Culture Shop, a white clapboard house with a giant marijuana leaf painted on the side.
"If it had a 'best' option, we had it," says Scuzz.They have dug a 360-foot tunnel, beginning in a Quonset hut in Canada and ending in the living room of a home in Lynden, Washington.They drag their stashes underwater, behind fishing boats, so the line can be cut if an agent approaches; buoys, attached to the loads with dissolvable strips of zinc, rise to the surface the following day.Once Nate hatched his smuggling plan, he and Topher realized that their first order of business would be to scrape together enough cash to make a buy.Luckily, Topher had salvaged a sunken jet boat from the lake in Coeur D' Alene and had spent the summer restoring it.