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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccck. I just wrote a nice long story about my first find and it got erased because I forgot to enter my password. When I hit the back button, my messgae was gone. Damnit!!!!!!!!!!!I hate that shit....errr.
OK, I'm better know, anyway about my first find(again). It was early october, just starting to get cold outside. I knew what I was looking for because of the tremendous amout of previous research I had done to ensure I didn't pick something poisoness(call me over catious, I just wanted to make sure)
So I know of a field through a tip from this board. I drive out there during the day to see where I'm going to enter the field, and to see if there were any obvious fruitings. I found a safe entrance, but disapointingly, didn't see a single mushroom in the field. Despite that, I drove out there later that night with a friend to see what we could find. After hoping the fence and searching for about an hour and a half, we were about to give up. Thats when mark (friend of mine) says "hey mike (that me ) take a look at this". I turned around to see a huge white cap with a touch of gold brightly shining in the moonlight. I imeadiately knew what we had found. I walked over to the lonely mushroom and observed him for a while. I noticed the all to familar purple viel hanging from the stem. I plucked him from his turd and turned on my flashlight for a better look. Soon as I looked at it with light, the blue stain at the base was very apparent and I knew for sure what I was holding in my hand. It was magical moment, it really was(well not as magic as the next 6 hours but magical none the less)
The next week I returned to the same field after a good rain and found enough to trip a few of my close friends. That was last october, and I've yet to find a single cubensis since, except one lonely fruiter earlier this year in May. Now if would F#@*ing rain damnit, I could get out there and find more. Until then, I guess I'll just sit and bitch about it not raining
[This message has been edited by Lizard King (edited June 01, 2000).]
A friend came up to me one fall morning at around 11:00 and was very excited. He said he had found some shrooms that morning. This would be his first find so you can imagine how excited he was. He wanted me to look at them later to make sure they were the right ones. So, we went out to his car to take a look. He hap picked about 5 or 6 medium size cubensis. I told him they were the ones he wanted and he was pleased. I asked him where he found them and he told me that we could go back out there because he only looked until he saw those and then he left. So we headed out to the spot at around 2 in the afternoon. We went into the field, which was an enormous field, and waalked straight into the trees(mostly pine)that were in the center of the field. We were about 10 steps inside the trees when I looked down and saw two cubensis growing out of the pile of shit. As i reached down to pluck them, my friend, who was a few feet away, exclaimed that he had found another. It went on this way for a while. We walked along finding 2 or 3 at a time. We had probably picked about 25 - 30 when we separated. I began to walk down the cattle trail going towards the other side of the woods. I couldn't take 2 steps without finding a cube. I continued my pace(right left pick, right left pick) until my friend(a little distance ahead) nearly yelled for me to come over there. I left the rest of the shrooms behind and went over to see what the problem was. I figured it was a huge snake or something like that. He had stumbled on a shroom bed. There was probably 25 caps within a 4 ft. radius. I had never seen anything like this before(and still haven't). After picking those and a few more on the way back to the car, we left. We picked over 80 shrooms in 2 hours. They were everywhere.
I went back to that field alot last fall, and every time I went out there I found at least 10(even without all the right conditions). I plan on going back to this field if we could just get some rain.
It's supposed to rain here in GA 3 days next week. maybe that will help things out.
Things had gotten tough. I was beginning a process of spiritual evaluation, a long, painful journey? My friend had recently convinced me that he was in fact in contact with the OTHER SIDE, and I was quickly moving from the mindset of the empiricist, non-believer to that of one of the faithfully enlightened. I decided to try to grow my own mushrooms. They had been coming to me in visions when I slept and I couldn't get them out of my mind when I was awake. So I tried to grow them. I tried and tried? I tried to grow Azurescens, Cubensis, and Cop. Cyanecens. Nothing. I felt demoralized. I thought that maybe the mushrooms didn't find me worthy. It was mid summer when I came to that nexus. Autumn?. Wonderful Autumn was just months away.
It was early October, and I awoke from another series of dreams that involved mushrooms. The image of a particular garden setting in the Seattle Arboretum - a garden setting which I had never visited, yet I knew it was in the arboretum? spooky - had revealed itself in my dream. I climbed into my pants and boots and willfully stomped out the door with my latte in tow, my wife calling out to me? Where are you going??? A crusty morning smile and a wave and I was off.
The still, wet morning hung over me like a cold, all-knowing eye as I walked through the trees. I half an hour into the trek: the garden. The Garden setting of my dream? right there. I just knew. I stopped and exhaled. A long, slow breath, a dragon's smoldering steam teeming from my guts into the air before me. I watched my breath, the mark of a dying fire, of failing blindness, spilled into the shadows beneath a Japanese Maple. And as my breath flagged, the new was drawn in. And As I breathed in? IN washed a sweet smell. A smell that brought back my youth. The smell of earth. Not just dirt? but that particular smell of digging, from when I was young. What WAS that smell. Now I knew. It was.. it IS, the smell of the simpler life form we know as fungus. It was everywhere. It rushed into me and filled me with a purpose unlike any that I had ever known. A directive. I turned and looked down.. And BAM> about ten feet away, these tiny little caramel-colored heads peeked over the bed of decaying leaves at me. I had seen many mushrooms in my life. I had seen perhaps thirty species that morning alone, but I knew - I KNEW that these marked the steps of el dorado - these glowed? they shown in the green / blue light of shady day. The tiny, undeveloped caps of what turned out to be Ps. Cyanescens, caught my eye and my heart. I was hooked. Although these first few, minute specimens were few and barely visible, the marriage of my eyes and their countenance heralded a union of man and mushroom that to this day, has yet to fail to produce a find on any given day. That day alone I came home with well in excess of a pound of mushrooms. Hardy, brown and white and blue and bitter. And perfect. I picked far more mushrooms than I could possibly use, and still do to this day? but I believe it is my purpose. I believe that it is by design that I should find and share mushrooms and help them convey their ancient knowledge to the blind and deaf - or the hard of hearing and those who need glasses. Money will never blemish my endeavor, nor will greed or carelessness. I will, whether I want it or not, always be one of the chosen few who the mushroom (gods) trust to carry out their will.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must log on to some porn and give the monkey a thorough thrashing?.
[This message has been edited by mattso (edited June 03, 2000).]
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