We had a legendary field in Florida(Shaddy Hills road in Pasco was overun and nobody found this one yet). You could pull a hundred pounds in a good day. Some people had been drying them out and shipping them north. I helped them and they helped me. I was 18. I was and still am very experienced. I had taken normal doses several times before, large doses a few times, and other hallucinogenics.

I have no clue how much I ate. I picked about twenty pounds that day and ate the pretty ones immediately. Another couple picked a little more. They had me check theirs for safety. I ate a few out of their bag. I would guess it was twenty fresh shrooms from large to small.

When I got back to the house we would dry them at one of my friends was there making four pots of shroom tea. I drank several glasses of that. Shortly after I started to have amazing visuals. Like my lighter had three flames coming out of it the entire night.

My friend who made the tea similarly decided to take a heroic dose that night and drive around town. At one point we stopped to smoke some weed and he tried to remove his own eye with a spoon because his optical nerve was itchy. Luckily I understood that was bad and took the spoon away. Still makes me a little sick I then got in a car with him.. My only regret.

I had some amazing conversations with a friend that ended up being murdered a few months later. I stayed up watching a Death Wish marathon. I watched the sun rise. The visuals had been the most striking. Something I could never get with dried ones.

In the morning I went home and felt reborn. It was the brightest morning ever. I kept the ones I picked but did not eat them. I did not go out picking ever again. I did not hang out with those people much more. The murder and 9/11 scattered the us all. My friend with the spoon was in the military.