We had quite a few scattered around southern Utah. There started to be reports about them about 9 or so years ago.
So I once was out guiding clients and came across a group of hunters camped right by the road. Kind of weird spot for hunters to be, and they were all super fit (not my experience with most hunters lol), but whatever, I thought. As we rode past them back to the trailer, they got very chatty with us. Where were we from, was that our camp just about a mile or so away, oh, were we the ones who’d had a bear come through and tear up our camp (bear made not one but two new entrances into our kitchen tent, put teeth marks in our folding tables, left impressively large paw marks on the side of the guide tent—which it also unzipped, yes, actually unzipped, to steal my sleeping bag and drag it about fifty feet away from the tent—and hauled a cardboard box of books to the river which were left disdainfully strewn about when the bear apparently realized they weren’t food), how long had we been in the area, did we come up here often, oh, we had a pack trip with clients planned to start in a few days, interesting, etc etc. It was a little odd but in my head I though, eh, whatever. He’s just bored and talkative.
We finally said our goodbyes and headed on our way. Not two minutes later I heard the roar of a four-wheeler behind us. I thought, Okay, more questions. Yeah, lol. The main guy who’d been asking all the questions pulled up and apologized. Then he admitted he was special agent so-and-so of the FBI and there was a major grow not even a mile above our camp. They’d been watching it for a long time and tracking the activities of certain area residents who were bringing food and supplies to the guards. He told us the bear visit, which was something that had never before happened in all the years the camp had been set up in that same spot, was likely because the growers used real fish and fish oil to fertilize, or whatever they do, the precious plants. The bear with its super-sensitive nose had smelled it and come to investigate, then just kept wandering down the mountain to our nearby camp. He also said the grow was most certainly orchestrated by whichever Mexican cartel, because they’d been moving out of California grows in recent years due to the public becoming both much more actively recreating in previously low-traffic areas where they had grows, not to mention being much more savvy to grows due to a lot of media coverage and land management warnings. The mountains of southern Utah were ideal since they tended to be far less visited by the general public. He mentioned the local grow guards, while certainly armed, were not frontline cartel members, just unfortunate folks working for the cartels who probably had family members back home whose lives certainly would be threatened if the guards here didn’t do their job. But of course they were still considered armed and dangerous.
He and the other “hunters” were concerned that I’d be taking half a dozen clients into the area in a few days, because they had a bust planned. So they decided to tell us. He of course asked that I not say anything to anyone in town. He also mentioned the bust would involve a lot of people and a lot of guns and be very skeery and all that.
As I later discovered, they decided to do the bust the very next day, before I’d be back up there with more clients. The street value of the grow was reported to be $20 million dollars. I think there were more busts after that one down near Zion, but I haven’t heard of any more grows in recent years. Local people were pretty mad (“not on our mountains!” sort of attitude), and I think there was a concentrated law enforcement effort to stop such activities in the state. But I don’t know for sure if all cartel-related grows in Utah have stopped.
Anyway. That’s definitely one memory I will never forget!