From:    Phil Pope                              Area: Magical Plants
To:      Cary Robyn                             30 Mar 94 04:36:00
Subject: ROM                                    UpdReq 

Hi Cary,  I received the txt files and will pass them onto Rom next time he 
drops in for mail.
I am no longer in the PODS network so we cannot communicate via the Wicca 
conference.  The best means of communication would be for you to ask Tony 
(the sysop of Baphomet) for FIDOnet netmail access, then you could netmail 
stuff for Rom to me at my address of 3:620/242 - We will end up off topic 
here as this conference is for the discussion of Magical Plants.
Internet is another alternative once you have an account.  I will find out 
what my correct internet address is and let you know.
Take care.
Phil


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From:    Mr Bizzaro                             Area: Magical Plants
To:      Nacash                                 16 Oct 93 19:17:00
Subject: PRINTS                                 UpdReq 

        October Spawnings
        An accurate account
        By Mr. Bizzaro
    Getting the other half to drop me off was easy, now to scale the fence and 
obtain the cover of the nearby woodline. The 4 strand barbed wire was easy to 
negotiate as I had as a small boy on the farms of southeast Florida. Watching 
the cars approaching almost a half mile away (the benefits of flat land and 
surveyor laid-out roadways) I struck for the nearest clump of trees.
    I was wearing my favourite long-sleeved flannel shirt with a brown patched 
pattern that was excellent for breaking the profile of almost anything in the 
woods. My camo baseball cap and faded bluejeans providing the rest of my 
"cover" gear for this excursion. I was trespassing, for sure and it was 
harvest season for the leafy growers, which added to the danger of passing 
through lesser-tended wooded areas. Calling on my hearing to guide me in deep 
brush and using my eyes to scan in a zigzag pattern I was on my way. I picked 
up an old branch to use to dispatch those ugly scary fucking banana spiders 
that always seem to stand sentinel over the prized game....Pscilocybe 
Cubensis and Panaeolus Subbalteatus.
    Less than 20 feet into the woodline and to the south side of a pinoak 
stood a solitary guard on a mound of cow excrement. There, in it's glory,tall 
(6") and majestic, the 8" saucer on top glowed the yellow/tan colour and 
expressed the regal purple ring of the sought after prize. I snatched him 
from his private pedestal and examined his body completely....1 day old, I 
thought, observing the slightly gray appearance of the gills and noting the 
crispness of the stalk.
    Within 30 feet, another and then a gregarious circle of 6 and then other 
gatherings of the sacred and sought fungi. I was ecstatic.....I hadn't had a 
day like this since 1976 in South Florida. Cluster after cluster seemed to 
appear at my feet as I travelled in random patterns, circling, zig-zagging 
and turning on my own path to confuse any alerted game wardens who may be in 
the area. Usually, I gather 10-20 on my annual trip to replenish my 
printstocks with natural specimens...today, it was over 200 of the Cubensis 
and so many girdled panaeolus that I was kicking them over as I exited the 
fields. A day to remember. Prolific and blessed by the allies of nature, I 
left a satisfied and successful man, my containers full....my bounty much 
more than expected.
                        Texas

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