Having done this literally since I was old enough to remember, probably like many of you I've developed a few rites and rituals and through experience and observation over 50 seasons my mind has also conjured up some "lore." My most prized shrooming-associated possession is a maple stick that I found in 1991 amid a massive bounty of morchella deliciosa while taking my daughter (now 30) out .Another stick, of hickory, seems to possess special power in its capacity to lead me to a few mother lodes each season. Another, osage orange, was given to me by my neighbor in 1996, a retired farmer who was killed in a tractor accident that year. Does anyone have special sticks like this, bags, or even rituals? Or am I eating the wrong kind of shrooms?!