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I was just running an errond in a neighborhood in Queen Anne. Just as I was weaving through a well to do part of the neighborhood I glanced over in a yard and noticed what looked like prime growing territory for cys and what looked like curled up leaves in an area where there were no trees. I said no, it couldnt be, but stopped, and got out of the truck and said oh shit. I had never seen so many shrooms in one place. There were thick veins of them, and scattered clumps of them everywhere around. Some older ones were dried up from the younger ones underneath pushing them up out of the dirt. I grabbed a couple of them and thought I should go rethink a plan of attack. Neighbors were walking around in the morning hour besides I needed to go home to get the scissors and a bucket. I really didnt need so many but also couldnt pass up the opprotunity. I thought it would be better to wait until 11:00 am after the neighborhood would calm down and the homeowners would be at work or out. I got my 3 gallon bucket and scissors and headed back out to the neighborhood and just said the hell with it and just got down on my knees and started cuttin. I was hoping I would look like a gardener weeding someones lawn. Cut Cut Cut. It had been about 45 minutes and my bucket was getting full. I had mowed down just about the whole crop. I dont like dirt in my basket so I take pride in my trimmings. I dont want to disturb the mycellium. I dont like to eat dirt, I also had a bad experience washing them off where they got moldy. I was just about finished with them and close to the sidewalk when the next door neighbor pulled up and parked near me on the street. I stood up and streched not really knowing what to do with myself feeling awkward. She said Hi. I said hi. Oh are you doing work for Mrs. Soandso?, I said yea just cleaning up, as she glanced at my bucked she smiled and she went inside her house. I got back on my knees and quickly snipped up the rest of them thinking I may be pushing my luck. The bucket was up to the the 9 quart mark and I didnt want to really walk aroung this persons yard so I called it good and went home happy.
Congrats! Seems a lot of the obvious places are well picked in Seattle from what I can tell. Yesterday, I was stopping at a place in West Seattle and just as I was getting ready to get out a dude in a red car zooms across the street and starts rifling through some mulch where I was going to go.. hahahaha!! I'm watching him pick and poke and I was tempted to say "how's your luck"?
I thought it would freak him out (probably a babd move not to say high!) and I just moved on.... hope you got luckly whoever you were!
Can you post some pix? I'd love to see em!
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