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Hops definitely have a mind of their own. I've heard horror stories of people repeatedly trying to kill them when they get out of control or when they get out of the hobby!
Out of control hops should be classified as an oxymoron.
If these were Amarillo I'd be on the next flight to Pea Green. I haven't seen a direct from Austin to Pea Green but how could there not be?
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My Cascade plants look pathetic by comparison. Too damn hot at this latitude. I need to try planting them on the North side of the house where they are not getting baked all summer.