In my younger years, we used to go into the woods collecting mushrooms several times each fall. After a while, city folk started to plunder the area. We called them "forest-shitters" because once in a while we'd find white ass-paper and well, you know what, usually next to a tree.
No one ever got poisoned but we limited ourselves to like half a dozen easily identifiable variants.
It's a skill sons should learn from their fathers. Books can help only so much. There's subtleties that I found easier to learn by direct tutelage.
It's a skill sons should learn from their fathers
In this case it needs to be a skill learned from their mother.
Touché
> In my younger years, we used to go into the woods collecting mushrooms several times each fall.
I used to go mushroom hunting once every season except winter. There are great delicacies for each.
That being said, much like you I learned from elders. That is the way.
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