Fuck, I miss the shoorm picking days....

Getting to the field at 4am in the morning after having driven around entire field at 9am and then again at sundown to see where the cows are. Tonight will be a good one as the cows are furthest from owners house. We get back to field at 4am sharpe, small plashlight attched to one side of my belt a trashbag attached on other hip, flask full cold water with salt in it. The first two small caps of the night go into my mouth and the rest of the hour or so is spent filling up that trash bag as full as i can get it, sometimes half, sometimes full. Not many bas Shrooms this night. By the time i get back to the house ive got the two large 25 gal pots on two gas burners on my back porch ready to go. I take the shrooms and me and a buddy throw em in the pots and fill it to the level the shoorms are floating. I reach in with latex gloved hands and start squishing every mushroom i can get my hands on eventually getting them all and squishing then into small pieces. After both pots are done, I place em on the the gas stove whose foundation is nothing more that some steal rods welded in place to make a flat open surface where the burner is attatched in the middle. I boil the shrooms for 20 mins max. pull it off let it cool.
I run the entire contents through a huge medal colendar which cathes all the peices and then a refilter through a very large coffee filter. at this point im working with about 35 gals of juice, uncut.

Now remember, this was in the 70s, and juice was all the shroom activity we had in a small town besides coke, pot and well this stuff. Each mason jar was 3/5ths juice, 2/5ths grape Koolaid.....LOL
I was charging 10-15/eh for the jars which was good enough to get 3 peeps fucked up.
I did this for a month and a half, i didnt kill anyone and as a junior in HS, I made right around 10 grand for the summer. I could hear them poor bitches now, god I love this juice but I dont wanna fuck that guy for a jar of it. Shit guys had me doing their GFs for a jar. It was the most insane shit ive ever done as far as shrooms are concerned.....LOL Haent touched them since. Can still remember that wierd ass feeling it starting the my Jaws, LOL

 

spore syringe..... and a grain baggie......

 

When I was a little boy we lived in Poland and every weekend papa would take us to the woods and we would pick mushrooms. Then we would take the mushrooms home and mama would make them into a special stew. Life was good but then the curtain fell and papa lost his job with the government and we had to defect to the states. Never again would we pick mushrooms , never again would papa smile.