In my neck of the woods we don't find the useful varieties of mushrooms until October and we don't carry axes.... we carry small buckets. We do our foraging at the crack of dawn so we are highly unlikely to meet up with suspicious people.
Of course, I know absolutely nothing about psilocybin. Not a thing.
Note to self: don’t follow an axe toting rodent into the woods.
Well yeah, so they don't follow you looking to poach your mushroom spots, duh.
Might distract some specific attention at the cost of attracting lots of general attention. Sometimes the trade-off might be worth it.
In my neck of the woods we don't find the useful varieties of mushrooms until October and we don't carry axes.... we carry small buckets. We do our foraging at the crack of dawn so we are highly unlikely to meet up with suspicious people.
Of course, I know absolutely nothing about psilocybin. Not a thing.
The ole bait and switch! Perfect.
Bring that list sitting on your desk that doesn't actually exist of poisonous mushrooms.
Careful with that axe, Eugene.
A non-song about shrooms?
Portobellos or psychedelics?