I remember the mystical aspect to the hunt all the way back to the first time I hunted for them, & tripped that same night as many more were drying hidden in a back room (was living with parents). That first hunt was with 2 other people (before I moved to where I am now adjacent to a cow field ;-) & I knew nothing about identifying, but there were SO many cubes it was pretty easy to catch on & collect more of the same. I ate my first cubes while still in that field & began to trip before we even left. I'll never forget it. I ate the most perfect, pretty looking cubes that I picked myself. Which was not smart, but back then I knew nothing of dangers regarding poisonous look alikes, I knew nothing about any possibilities of death due to eating the wrong ones (I believe that boosted my trip though, because I had NO fear & pure determination).
What I've been getting at is during that trip, I believed I could "hear" the massive load of mushrooms drying in the other room. I could feel the pull & could sense them. I could never find the right words to describe this, but ever since that first time I've been concentrating on that same pull during every hunt.
I have been going into my own field alone for literally a decade now. No other drugs, just mushrooms. Whenever I get the opportunity.
Life is sweet.