Not long ago I was busy teaching you people how to build quality cabinets in your spare time. Of course, that's bullshit. The post had nothing to do with cabinets.
Thanks for being such good sports and playing along. That was fun...
If there's one thing I know:
It's that I know, one thing.
Some may have noticed I've been away on, vacation.
I think I was slightly bored here and frustrated because of that boredom, before departing. At the same time, I had this trip planned, long ago. I just don't tell you people everything.
Some of you know, I like to go places, and leave the internet behind. Like quitting cigarettes, one can extend their lifespan a few minutes every day, simply by not watching some boring news about the end of the world, then becoming distracted by cat videos for the rest of the morning.
Some say we only live once. As I sit on this device now I find it hard to ignore the fact kicking back like this with my feet up and a pillow behind me isn't much different than laying in a coffin.
Knowing the opposite of death, is life, makes putting the devices down or leaving them at home, one hell of a lot easier, for me at least.
And why pack a laptop when the plan is to go far far away somewhere, to be in the middle of nowhere, attempting to win an impromptu par 3 golf tournament, while under the influence of mushrooms?
Where does one even put a laptop in situations like those? Golf bags don't make slots for that.
And isn't a par 3 golf course in the middle of nowhere that's cluttered with old people wearing surgical masks, on their necks, trippy enough, on shrooms, without laptops? I'd say so.
Upon Arrival
The birds were already somehow mimicking the notification sound that often annoys me during my times glued to the internet.
That's how I knew the mushrooms were working.
At one point I noticed how the bird chirps were blending well with my heartbeat. Some kind of new remix I never heard before and I liked it. That was before I even put the ball on the tee for hole one. It sucked because while I was supposed to be busy using up my unaffected brain cells to select the right club, I was far too focused on things like random wonderment.
How did my heart get inside my head? This is like a throbbing headache, without the ache, but I'm nervous about geese? And how do the birds know I like music this much?
Eventually I smoked that first tee shot into the woods on the left which blew my mind because I was aiming for the woods on the right to account for the gusts of visible wind streamer things that would be difficult to explain in writing.
The ball hit one of the trees belonging to the woods on the left but the sound; the sound came from the right.
The ball bounced out of the woods on the left and rolled neatly into the sandy bunker closet to the pin on the right. I played it off like I meant to do that, then sat down on the golf cart next to my friend who was driving, grabbed a sip of beer, lit a cig, said, "You're up," looked over, and that's when I discovered my friend turned into a purple-faced old lady I never met before or even knew existed.
I just kind of stared at him for about ten seconds, allowing my thoughts to gather before deciding what my next move would be, all while wondering where I could get one of those cool purple transparent visor hat things like he had.
Wrong cart...
It turned out that wasn't my friend, which was a good sign highlighting the fact these mushrooms had not been laced with LSD. It was just some random old lady and the beer I drank wasn't mine. She kind of laughed at me but I felt it was forced due to her vibes.
Of course those vibes were just the mushrooms thinking and luckily I still had my sense of humor at this point so I apologized for placing my greasy unvaccinated lips all over that beer can. I then suggested she can drink it through her mask, just to be safe.
She laughed incredibly loudly in the direction of the woods to the left. The sound came from the woods on the right but I learned to ignore that particular phenomenon, plus it was no match for how the laughter somehow melted then converted itself into the sound of a few crows, then morphed into something about sandwiches that made me feel uneasy.
Taking in far too much auditory stimuli, all at once, under these conditions, meant it was time to simmer down, and recalibrate.
Buddy took his shot, we grabbed our clubs, then walked down to the hole. Once we got there we put our clubs down and walked back up the hill to grab our golf cart which we somehow forgot. Then dude asked me, "Where did you get that beer?"
I pointed.
There was nobody there.
So I just stared at the beer can for about ten seconds. Took a sip to see if it was still real. It was.
At that point it was just easier to tell him, "I don't know, but it tastes good."
Tasted so good plus I was really thirsty. Was finished that can of beer by the time we drove our cart down to the hole to make sure our clubs were still in the bush where sounds come from.
It was decided, since we were so close, and this was our only opportunity, we should drive back up the hill to the clubhouse and buy a six pack since they were on sale according to the banner flapping in the wind and sounding like someone slowly masturbating.
That all took about ten minutes and I mostly stared at the floor the entire time due to the fancy swirling motion only I could see. Had it not been for that floor and its unique characteristics, we'd have been back out near that green on hole one within five minutes, tops.
So now we have everything we'll need including a random ham sandwich with mustard meant to be given to the birds as a peace offering.
We finish the hole. Somehow I'm already two over par due to chipping out of the sand trap being far too intense. I'm collecting myself, trying to balance my ball on the tee for hole two.
And that's when the guy in the coat comes up and says we've been disqualified.
Probably for the best though because we didn't even pay the entrance fee due to the sign saying words like free, and it was only meant to be free for seniors. I made the guy in the coat chuckle with my old man grandpa Simpson voice but that still wasn't enough of the necessary identification needed to qualify.
I would have come in last place anyway so, no trophies for me...
So now...
It's nearing eleven bells, morning style.
Somehow and for some strange reason, this friend I convinced to call in sick to work for a few days because I have an ounce of mushrooms and felt like being crypto rich for a few weeks; dude notices I keep touching my ass.
It's those damn birds, man!
Like I said, they sounded like notifications so every few minutes I'd reach for that ass pocket thinking I'd find, messages.
Empty pocket. Didn't bring it. Stupid habits and muscle memory. But I'm hearing the sounds, it's not even noon, I'm fucked as fuck, on a golf course, for some strange reason, and now there's no reason to be there, other than bird sounds.
So we drove around golf cart style until noon. I named a muskrat Beatrice, after the old lady, because I assumed that's what her name would be had I asked. My friend still didn't believe Beatrice with the purple face was real but I decided there's no point in arguing.
Then he called his wife from "work" so I had to be real quiet.
They seemed to be talking for what felt like years so I wandered off into the woods on the left, hoping to find the source.
Source of what...
I'm not sure but I remember I went there for, the source, and that's all that mattered.
Those woods were thick. Spent much of my day there until I heard twigs snapping. Thought it was the beast I once dreamt up years ago after seeing a strange pyramid style pile of golf balls tucked away in the woods in a nest of sorts next to a different golf course hole.
Always wondered what kind of animal could do such a thing and why...
Those snapping twigs sent me in deeper with a pounding heart like bass and my ribs were that rattling rear spoiler they used to glue onto Civics back in the day to coincide with being a douchebag.
No neon lights though. It was just my buddy looking for me. Turns out I was only in there for about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes. He said he made a deal with the guy in the coat and we could golf as long as we paid a regular round fee and give way to all the old people.
Best fifteen bucks I ever spent.
This was a nine hole course and if you're unfamiliar with golf, a par 3 course is a challenge, but does not require much effort. One can reach the green with every tee shot.
But instead of golfing, since that was impossible, we simply pretended, and I even got a hole-in-one.
Buddy saw it go in so I just took his word for it plus why argue with the one with all the pencils?
Sure, we'd hit the ball around and stuff but if it went into the woods or excessively long grass that sounded like snakes, there was no way I was going in there again to find it.
Dude with the coat was impressed with our score when it came time to brag. We were both so messed up we believed everything we said to him and I think that's what made him believe us, and for that amazing effort we both got ham sandwiches on the house.
The ham tasted like that's the place where all the lost dogs end up though so I offered that one to the birds as well and said peace, started walking down the road.
Buddy pulls up in the golf cart and does one of those cool rear brake slides, asks me what I'm doing. Pretty sure I told him I didn't know.
That town had one taxi. I was in no shape to drive. Waited for what felt like nearly two hours on a patio but it was probably only another twenty minutes. About thirty cars drove past in that time and they all looked like taxis. New York style yellow ones, with cool tracers, and they sounded like ocean waves lapping the shore of some unique beach I'd probably get kicked out of for wearing socks in sandals, even though I don't because that's weird.
Like
I probably just ruined a few lives...
I'm almost at two thousand words yet I haven't even covered the first big event fully, after being away for three weeks.
But I did hint at the fact you'd be better off shutting your device off and going outside instead of reading this, so don't act like I didn't warn you.
What else?
Spent much of the previous three weeks doing what some might call soul-searching.
Thinking. Vacationing. Surviving. Alone.
And microdosing the rest of that bag away...
Should be good now for a couple years at least. Nature's medicines aren't weak and designed to be taken daily and for long periods of time. Of course I don't recommend anyone else take this approach. Fixing or at least taking a break from dealing with this fucked up mind of mine that just wants to place me in a device addicted coffin forever but I keep saying no is just how I roll.
Have a nice day.
Have played par 3, never tried mushrooms - it is on my list. Will you be my spirit guide?
Have you never tried them? I must say, it is an experience that I think has to be tried. Although it's kinda hard to fit it in with life as you get a bit older and you are ancient now ;0D
I would love to, but was wary when a young tacker. I think it might be useful at times.
Would like to try this microdosing trend too - because everyone is doing it.
I'm not sure I'd call it a trend, though I do recognize the fact more people seem to be open about doing it. The thing about that particular drug is the fact 3.5 grams will do you right in and probably change your life forever, but if you did that daily, by the end of the week you'd probably only come out of there with liver damage. Body and mind seems to build a tolerance. But when you keep the dose small, it won't lose its potency over time. The effect is also more manageable. Seems to sharpen the senses, relax the muscles, and remove noise inside the head (which is something I have a serious 'problem' with). I also live with tinnitus, most days, and I noticed both weed and mushrooms offer some relief from that.
This is about a mouthful?
I have some local friends around who are pretty knowledgeable and helpful in this area, but have never found a good time to try. I have heard lots of good things, but also some horror bad trip stories too. Hallucinogens is something I have always stayed away from, but wonder if they might help me in some way too.
Because of this.
Yeah I'd say a big mouthful. Chew it up into a paste before downing it. You'd benefit having some with experience around for the first time. Make it a social event but not a party. I find the most beneficial though had been a large dose, while alone. I've also experienced those bad trips. Still learn a lot from those, but only later, after the fact. A beer is good to keep around to help calm the nerves if the anxiety is overpowering. But it's also a bad idea to drink too much while your guts are busy processing the mushrooms. Some have died from that combo. I don't think the liver can keep up.
micro dosing most psychedelics seem to offer a hell of alot of relief from all problems in life 100000%
I won't disagree. It's just hard to get the portions right. Would work better concentrated in liquid form, probably.
Just eat a cap every hour or so, don't eat the whole bag.
Worth the experience?
Certainly. I think you'd appreciate them.
That's good advice. Get a feel for it first, if one decides to take this road.
Everyone is. It has been trendy for a while. I like to go full bhoona so can't entirely see the appeal. Then again, I do like following the herd to see where they end up so that I can inevitably mock it :OD
Been a long time since I've seen it snow in California in August. Only happen when deer hop diagonally.
I wont even tell you the last time I saw it snow in California!
I'm not sure I'm qualified to guide anything anywhere. And if you're planning to try mushrooms, don't just go out and grab random ones you find all over the ground. Those trips usually end up at the hospital or graveyard.
Does it require a degree of some kind?
I had mushrooms tonight. They were packed with cream cheese and wrapped in bacon on the grill - but they weren't random ones.
I have no idea. Like I said. I'm not the type to know things. But I did place this post neatly inside the proof of brain community so maybe one of those experts will come help someday when they notice I actually posted there, which might not ever happen.
P.S. Food mushrooms are excellent. Even the ones that grow directly on shit.
It took me a bit to figure out the title, I initially interpreted it as
because mushrooms get that big
That last picture (the one with the fierty flower looking character talking to the face) is speaking to me but I don't understand the language it's using x_x
Sounds like a day well spent.
I think that's the Alice in Wonderland version you drew there. Very nice.
Also, I have no idea what language that is either, but I've always enjoyed those clicking sounds and hope to make my own, someday.
There might be big mushrooms in Wonderland XD Or I guess you could eat the mushroom that makes you small (I can't remember what made her small but I remember she ate a mushroom).
Don't they use flamingo clubs though?
Hmmm. Flamingo clubs. It's been awhile but if I remember correctly, they were playing croquet.
Probably, been a while since I read the book or watched the Disney cartoon, all i remember is flamingo clubs and hedgehog balls XD
Yeah. That show was quite the trip. But it's been so long I think my memories of it are half made up.
Welp... dang.
Riveting read, well-written, and thanks for letting me in on your 3-par-golf-course-mushroom-high-vacation lol.
I do have one minor concern though, was the swirling floor designed with those unique characteristics, or was it more of a 'happy accident,' would you say?
P.S. Have you ever read any works by Hunter S. Thompson? 😉
About the floor. Picture some 70's linoleum designs. Now add motion.
And yes I'm familiar with Hunter's work. Dude is probably one of my favorites.
lol, I love it.
And I thought so, seemed like you might've been inspired by him in some way. he definitely had some writing chops, as do you. Thanks again for a great read. :)
It's nearly impossible, yet I still try to avoid all outside influences when developing a writing style. Same with the art. I'll be browsing some digital art then suddenly my mind is all like, "Hmmm. I could do something like that." Then I'm all like NO
Hold on. Not a good idea. Look but don't touch.
I respect the aim for purity, but avoiding outside influences sounds pretty close to 'avoiding media / the creations of others' entirely, sooooo... uh... good luck? Sounds tricky as hell, but if anyone can do it... :)
Suffice to say, any similarities I saw to Mr. Thompson are purely my own (likely biased) perceptions and are intended only as a compliment you in that HST was able to keep me riveted on the edge of my seat with his writings, and so are you.
😁
It is difficult but I do manage to shut it all off and walk away. But then what right? That's only temporary relief.
I took that as a compliment. A good one. One of these days I'll learn to simply say, "Thanks!" But for now I'll continue to be terrible at small talk.
That is the question, heheh. I guess we'll see! :)
And yeah, I've experienced some challenges just saying 'thanks' myself, I'm sure we'll both get it eventually, lol. Who wants small talk anyway, right? 😁
Sheesh mate! While I was reading this post, I had to scroll up a handful of times. Just to be sure I wasn't reading some strayed post written by @meesterboom. Hahahaha };)
Does it read like a Scottish accent?
Nope, it wasn't as much the Scottish accent as the Scottish style mate. The erotic Scottish style. LoL
LOL...
Yeah, for sure that's a joke straight out of the Meesterboom playbook. I try my best to not let these folks rub off on me but you know, it happens.
Yeah you probably want to avoid jerking people around... 🤣
Yeah for sure. I don't get off on that kind of thing.
omg I can't take it lol you win 🤣🤣🤣 thanks for bringing the laughs
Wahahahaha, banners snapping in the wind sounds exactly like someone masturbating!!
I haven't had a trip Kim ages and this just makes me craver that glorious natural madness.
Love that strange fish-headed beast painting the best. I am going to steal it and sell it as an NFT or something dastardly
I noticed that sound strange flupping sound early on and immediately thought someone was close by, keeping busy. Of course you're always like, no, it can't be that. But one of these days, it will be.
Don't they cut your dicks off in that country if you're caught holding nature's not-so best kept secrets?
P.S. Yeah good luck finding a buyer for this nonsense...
Lawks, I just read my reply and it is as if written by a bufffoon! That's what typing on a phone does for ya!
Although in that country I believe they do cut off the deehawks at the drop of a hat so it would be best to be wary there.
It would find itself a buyer in no time! That my friend is the beauty of Art. Or something :OD
I've learned to power through typonese and just fill in the blanks with suitable replacements. You typo often in comments. I've been keeping it a secret all these years.
And I think, where you live, or at least near enough to you, you should be able to find them growing wild. Probably won't be the potent variety found at buddy's place though. Hopefully they remove the fines and penalties someday, like weed. You'll notice Canada hasn't turned into slum full of can collectors and criminals since they 'legalized' it.
P.S. I should probably stop fucking around and take the time to find buyers some day...
They do grow here, a weaker kind but still potent enough.
I make millions of typos in my comments, it is very true. I have this swype thing on my phone keyboard and you can type (or swype) very quickly to write stuff but the autocorrect is insane and I often thump post straight after writing and then think oh baws I should have read it!
They were actually legal here for ages if they weren't dried. Which was flipping magic. Then they closed that loophole, grrr
I will never learn :OD
Ridiculous they've made them illegal but are perfectly fine with people getting hooked on opiates and cough syrups...
Hmmm. A mushroom based cough syrup, maybe that's how to get round it!
I am still amazed at how many faces you can fit in one picture. That screaming chicken or what ever type bird is just amazing. Never tried mushrooms, and since it seems they effect the liver likely never will, I drank to much when younger and jaundice is something I don't need. My wife tells me I would like it, so there is still a possibility one of these year.
I'm not sure and it's worth looking into further, but I doubt a small dose would cause lasting liver damage. Don't take my word for it though. Not an expert. Just a careless risktaker I suppose. For the most part, psychedelics are generally known to be safe but I guess each human will react differently depending on circumstance. Abusing any substance is stupid and that's usually where people run into problems. Also combining substances with other substances is usually what kills. Best to avoid those parties.
And I don't actually fit the faces in. They appear themselves early on as I'm working on the project, then I just bring them out more and go with the flow. Basically I allow my eyes to play tricks on me, then paint the illusions, while still trying to hide it all in plain sight. Experimental. Chaotic at times. Even meant to be hard on the eyes at times. For fun.
Chaotic Experimental seems to work really well for you, I love some of the out comes you achieve.
I wish I had a more moderate temperament, but then again why only go off half cocked. I used to drink beer to get drunk, now I drink beer on the rare occasions I need it as medicine. I suppose in my advancing years I am learning to be more moderate in life.
It's been a lot of fun developing that style over the years. And who knows. Maybe it'll be worth millions, once I'm dead.
It's made you strange..
Thanks. Probably for the best. Imagine me, being normal. I already want to punch me just thinking about it...
Hahaha your story reminds me of the time I got blasted off of mushrooms, went and saw a 65ft tall statue of Jesus Christ.
It was kinda mind melty.
I saw one of those tree Jesus things in bark once. An apparition perhaps, but most likely the same phenomenon I stash inside some of my artwork. I don't think I was zooming when that happened though. I was twelve.
😂😂😂. I would've taken your advice earlier by shutting down my device instead of reading this, I have already gone some miles before realizing that I can't figure out where I'm headed. So I just decided to follow till the end .
Taking a break from being glued to phones and laptops is quite necessary.
Nature healing is good. Escaping to the woods, playing golf, sipping beers are all part of healing.
Kudos.
I have so much fun writing in this style. Thanks for powering through.
And yeah man. Even if one can't get away, shutting these things off and giving yourself even just an hour per day to sit in silence and think does so much good for the mind and body.
I can see that obviously having fun, writing with this style. It's entertaining though @nonameslefttouse, you're welcome
Entertaining others always gives me a nice buzz, too.
Hahahaha 🤣 🤣
Damn, there are a lot I would have said to you here, but I'd hold my piss/peace for now because I saw your white surrender flag, the proofofmoron tag.
Sometimes you have to make sacrifices.
😂😂😂😂😂
Quite the diplomat.
👍
Going in the woods is the best therapy. I often do wonder what people really feel and are outside of this. Beyond the words and a pretty post. It is easy to become addicted to this and I like it when I see people who realize this.
Often life goes on pretty well even without the mightiest presence, so being offline is not as dangerous as it would seem for others. If you are not active, do you matter anymore?
I once wondered if you can create while you consume. Content. Internet. Entertainment. Everything. Consuming means spending a lot of time glued to a piece of plastic. I find it healthy and even necessary to disconnect once in a while to realize that being user X means nothing in the grand scheme of things.
People fear losing everything they've 'achieved' and all their 'connections' so some also fear leaving. People addicted to heroin fear feeling sick so continue to feed their addiction. Addiction naturally creates fear of stopping.
My first break from all this, years ago, caused inner turmoil. I was worried for a time the people I valued would think I no longer care about them. As if I turned my back on them. But eventually, and after coming back along with taking several breaks since then I've realized if you attract genuine and loyal folks, they will remain that way. Only one member here ever complained and insulted me for taking a break on my own terms. That individual turned out to be somewhat evil anyway so it's a bonus to shake those kind of people off, especially when you don't have to do or say anything to them to get rid of them.
And I've always found it difficult to create my own thing or think my own way when others are busy doing it for me as I consume. A balance is necessary, for me anyway.
when you don't have to do or say anything to them to get rid of them.
This is the perfect way to dust yourself off and shake the bad people, elegantly and without any energy wasting.
I do believe in loyalty a lot and I think that making someone's absence all about you is wrong as people have so many worries and inner wars that the "audience" has no clue about. When people disappear it is almost never about the others as about them and seeing things from this perspective would definetely alleviate a lot of hurt egos.
Absence can clear the air and in some aspects I see it as necessary. If you spend too much time in a spot you start to believe that this is all it can be. This is why some people take offence or never leave, because this is all they can be at that point. I wonder what they could be otherwise
Great story. It was like I was there next to you))
For the second year in my fridge there is a can of red fly agaric juice. There are several boxes of dried amanita caps in my closet. You might think that I'm a hell of a mushroom addict ...
BUT. I know that fly agarics are good for health due to their chemical composition. I know that in certain doses they are galcinogenic. But I never went to the stage of hallucinations.
Maybe in vain? :-))
Sometimes, if necessary, I eat one or two dry mushroom caps.
If I want to calm down and get a good night's sleep, it helps to achieve what I want.
If I need energy to work ... it helps me achieve what I want.
Amanita gives what you ask of him.
Apparently it's time to ask him for psychedelics))
I haven’t tasted the juice yet. In the worst case, I will pour a clearing in the forest from a jar and get a new mycelium and a plantation))
I heard that particular mushroom has an effect similar to alcohol. I've always avoided it though. I'm talking about the psilocybin mushrooms. You're the mushroom man here. I'm sure you'd be able to locate some in the wild. Crazy thing is though, the next to it could kill you. Around here people just grow them in their closets to be safe.
I understand what kind of mushrooms you are talking about. They really grow in nature and I can collect them.
Amanita muscaria is also a hallucinogenic mushroom. But here it all depends on the dose. I have not yet taken a dose that matches this effect. There was no such need and desire.
You mentioned that psilocybs affect the noise / ringing in the head. I have such a problem and I will try to apply mushrooms.
By the way, the red fly agaric is unique there in that it contains both poison and antidote. It is impossible for them to be fatally poisoned. If the dose of the poison is too large, then the dose of the antidote also increases. At a certain concentration of this antidote, a strong gag reflex occurs. The body is completely cleansed of everything poisonous.
Apparently this is a good way to cleanse the body for weight loss: D
By the way, here is a useful site.
https://clusterbusters.org/forums/topic/683-4-the-psilocybin-mushroom/
Yeah. The ears ringing. Temporary relief. Was a nice break but it has returned so I'm back on the music to mask it. Noise as in pointless thoughts, sometimes the harmful ones, went away temporarily as well while ingesting small amounts daily for about a week. Like taking a vacation from the problems. Unfortunately I don't have access and can't try this out for extended periods of time to see what happens over the long term.
The red fly agaric and amanita muscaria at this point in time are not something I'm interested in experimenting with. Also I don't have a natural source.
I don't hear ringing in my ears only when I'm busy with something. More precisely, it falls out of my attention. He became too familiar, but I lost the ability to listen to silence. This is actually sad))
I will still try to influence this ringing with the help of red fly agarics. I love to experiment. Right now I started to dissolve the first fly agaric hat :))
Later, if there is no result, I will try to take the juice that is in the refrigerator. I will pick up my dose drop by drop from a pipette.
If you can find a way to get rid of ringing in your ears, please let me know. I'd like to listen to a concert of silence.
Yes, I've lost the silence as well.
I think if I figured out a cure, I'd be on a yacht right now.
For me at this moment, it's squealing away. I can have moments where it's probably there and I'm not noticing. Other times it drives me crazy and I have to put headphones on with continuous music. That's been my way to get rid of it since it started around the time I started publishing content here, as a matter of fact.
I tried to take fly agarics for ringing in my ears :)
Maybe I'm deceiving myself, but there is less ringing in one ear and sometimes there is no ringing at all.
In the second, he is, but sometimes it seems that he has become less annoying. In this second ear, I have no hearing as a result of the injury. Everything is complicated there. There is no rumor, but there is a ringing :-)) But so far I have been taking fly agarics for too short a time to draw any conclusions. I'll try to continue.
Incredible trip report with style in blogging :) Your art has me :D
Well I still read after the part with the wrong cart, but continuing :)
Gave me some giggles to uplift my mood! ;)
Till soon!
Thanks! :)
Haven't seen you in awhile @trayan. Thanks for stopping in and enjoying the show! Glad to hear I gave you the giggles.
We're still here. Interesting times ;)
I haven't laughed that hard since the Disneyland people mover when the wind said "please extinguish all smokable items."
Crackheads be like, "Awe man."
Glad you enjoyed it, my friend. That always helps alleviate stress in these situations. Humor with no laughs. Imagine that!
Still can't imagine.
At least I really enjoyed your story. When I went for once in my life play golf, after multiple superman manly swing attempts, I never even touched the ball. Instead, I ended up with multiple body aches for multiple days. Same story with muschrooms. Always ended up with empty basket, everyone else's was full, never surprised me. Aaaand there is another one I can be really proud of. When I go fishing "fish", I catch turtles instead of course. Any advise how to hit any golf ball, or find any mushrooms, or catch fish instead of turtles? But I'm very good at other things, just as good as your stories I really enjoy.
So if you want to hit the golf ball, simply keep your eye on the ball and swing gently with something like a 9 iron. Don't go for distance records. Simply swing gently, get a feel for it, work your way up. Once you're hitting the ball consistently and straight, you're damn near ready for a par 3 course.
As for picking mushrooms. I'm not sure. These weren't those kind of mushrooms.
Fishing. I like to use a rubber minnow. Cast, let it drop a few feet, reel, lift the rod, reel, lift the rod, reel, lift the rod, reel, lift the rod, reel, get a bite, reel, wait for the nibble, lift the rod, set the hook, reel. LOL
And if you're fishing for trout, just use canned corn on plain hook with a bobber, if you plan to eat the fish. Don't use corn if you plan to let it go because they can't digest it.
Thank you, thank you! 9 iron, par 3 course... I will memorize it and share it with whoever I golf next time. It will make me look like I know something.
Cast, let it drop a few feet, reel, lift the rod, reel, lift the rod, reel, lift the rod, reel, lift the rod, reel, get a bite, reel... I did that. Few years ago my friend bought me a fishing rod for my birthday. The next day he took me fishing. You know, the ocean beach in NYC. There were other fisherman just about every 30 feet on my left and 30 feet on my right. First I watched how they cast. I thought it's easy, I got it. I cast it realy far and almost immediately I felt something. I started reeling like crazy. I was in my world thinking it's marvin or something even bigger. Subconsciously, I heard the guy on my left yelling at me. I didn't listen because I was soooo concentrated. I thought he was cheering me up. To make it short, I was actualy pulling his line, I threw it too much to the left. The next cast I was very carefully trying to swing the rod straight. I ended up me pulling the hook from my ass. After all my fishing day was fishless. I've already solved the issue with mushrooms. I just go to mushroom farm. I mean what are the adds to walk out of there with empty basket?
No. Don't go to the golf course with that 9 iron. Just find some grass and place where no people are watching. Practice first before spending money on golf courses. That's my motto.
And I can't even imagine that kind of fishing. But that's a lie. Of course I can. Yet when I fish, I'm probably somewhere in Saskatchewan or Manitoba, with no one else around for miles and miles. Far more fish than fish hooks means the fish line up and wait for their chance to take a bite of your lure. It's nearly impossible to cast and not catch a fish every single time, though some days are just weird and the fish disappeared. We call that getting skunked.
How crazy about the mushrooms, my friend, can't it damage your liver? Doesn't it make you addicted? Don't you worry about the allusions of the purple girl and the voice of the forest on the left that is heard through the forest on the right?
definitely for me it would be something that I would only try once and now. just out of curiosity then I would walk away
Sure, if one isn't careful they could probably do in their liver. It's not habit forming though. I'd say quite the opposite. Best used once, then not again for many months or years. Like you said, "Walk away."
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