un oaage, l a oe lempieo w upface.“Sure, I yelled at him some, but when he said, 'Get those hands up!' they went up. There was no reason for him to be Jamming that shotgun In the back of my head. There was no reason for him to be hitting me in the ribs, even if he did hit like a— (He finished with a word that is a second cousin to “sissy.)That's bitterness.Maybe it would have been better if the whole thing never had happened, but it did, and probably will again in other places in other times.Vent, indi, uici. Cannobis.Huh?The scene is a pretty and ordinarily peaceful area four miles north of Pacific Junction, north and west over the bluffs from Glenwood.A road winds along the base of the bluffs, and several residences sit back in draws or on the hillsides. The foliageis fairly heavy.It is here that Gary and Terri Schiff-bauer live in a trailer home with their young son. Gary, ?li bas worked at a variety of jobs in the area since movinghere five years ago.Two miles north on the road, Danny Tegeder, 29, and his wife “Corky also live in a trailer home. Danny was reared in this area, moved to Omaha and then moved back. He works for anmarijuana, but still marijuana.Danny Tegeder says the harvesting was being done “because we were just trying to keep our heads above water financially, just like everyone else. Why does anyone do anything thatcauaes.iL Iittlfi_s»eat..and .tQii?. To. get.ahead.Fitzpatrick, who says he was operating in concert with Schiffbauer, gives the best outlipe; of what was happening,“You don’t start picking hemp until late in August, when it's fully seeded and blossomed, he says. We'd gone out picking maybe six or seven tirn^ We got about 300 pounds around Glenwood, the rest over in Nebrasksa.'^Someone would drive the pickup and would drop us off along a country road. We'd sneak through fields to where we knew there was a patch of hemp and start stripping the leaves and small stems with machetes. Sometimes we’d pick all night, sometimes three or four hours. We'd even take sack lunches along.“After we cut it. we’d slack it and then put it in plastic garbage bags. They’d weigh 30 to 40 pounds apiece, and it was tough work hauling those suckers back through the fields to the pickup points we'd established.“We'd haul it back home, then lay it out on screens to dry. In good^veather,little ahead for a change.Tegeder says he was not going to transport his marijuana anywhere. Whoever was going to get it was going to have to come here and pick it up. he says. And that’s what happened, I guess... ..someone came and picked it up.“Unfortunately,’,’ quipped Terri Schiffbauer, “the people who picked it up weren't paying anything for it.”•That was the “marijuana factory. in the view of the industrialists themr.. selves.County Attorney Green, who lives but a half-mile from the scene, says that before September T had no idea there was anything like this going on inthe county.Sheriff Brown, whose deputies regularly scour the county, says he had no idea, either.Enter “Bugs.Though BugsJs.the central figure in this whole affair, neither Green nor Brown has ever seen him or talked tohim.But two officers from the Omaha Police Department’s vice and narcotics unit said in affidavits filed in Mills County that the man known as Bugs is “a trustworthy and reliable informant.(He) has on several occasions in the past given Omaha police officers infor-