Back in high school, my friend and I got busted for trespassing in an orange grove. It was adjacent to a cow pasture, so shrooms grew there. As we were heading out of the grove we saw a cop leaning up against the barbed wire fence that surrounded the grove. Needless to say we ditched our haul of 'shrooms before the meet & greet. He was pretty cool about it. We told him we were looking for snakes. I doubt he believed it, but he took our names and addresses off our drivers licenses and later we were contacted by the court. We each had to go speak to a DYS (Division of Youth Services) Counselor who explained what the penalty would be if we got caught trespassing again.
That was our last 'shroom hunting trip.
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