ight in the midst of my UFC run I got totally popped,” sighed David Mitchell, as he thought back to the inciting incident that kicked off one of the worst phases of his life.
David can’t remember the exact date it happened, but on a routine run to his weed farm in Mendocino County he was pulled over by the cops. He had plants in the car. After he was booked, his property was raided. He wasn’t there, but David heard the story. Cars, cops, guns, dogs—it was the kind of bust usually reserved for TV. By David’s count, the police seized around a million dollars worth of product.