I reckon getting caught trespassing, whether posted or not--is something most serious shroomers can identify with. There's something about the allure of those vase-like twigs of a dead elm reaching to the sky--calling you--that we all find irresistible. Or maybe it's just the thought of what might lie deep in virgin timber--perhaps that mythical mother lode--that propels us forward to those forbidden places<strong> POSTED No Trespassing</strong>. You know those places better than you should. Today I trespassed (again). This is certainly not the first time I've done so this season. For those of you who also do so frequently or on occasion, and who get caught, I offer the following story as possible "protocol" for turning a potentially bad situation in your favor. So...seeking upland timber which hadn't seen foot or stick, I headed west to the county line, out into the country, and to a tract of timber owned by a friend (and heirs) who passed away about 10 years ago. We'd gone back in there when he was living, but I hadn't been there since 2005. It seemed time to revisit. After nearly 3 hours of twisting and turning through a brambly hell, I literally stumbled upon about 25 shrooms under--of all things--a trifecta of dead cedars. Having picked them I meandered down a nearby path--and met THEM. "THEM" was my friend's son and his wife...who now owned the place. They had a sack of about 10...mine held closer to 30. I introduced myself...a bit awkward...we chatted...I shared stories about his dad. His dad and I had rich times, fishing mainly, but none the less it was common ground. Rule 1: SEEK COMMON GROUND. It was a very good "confrontation" so far as those go. At the end I laughed and remarked "I'm glad you aren't concealed carrying and POW POW POW shoot my ass." Bob laughed, reached to his waist band and hoisted up his shirt...GULP. Yeah, he was carrying. I laughed it off. So did they. The gun wasn't necessary. RULE 2: EXHIBIT HUMILTY. I ate crow...I feigned ignorance, not knowing who owned the place and suggesting I was "grandfathered in" by virtue of my close friendship with his dad. Shared a few stories of our visits to that place...and offered them my mushrooms. I extended my arm in a gesture of conciliation and gratitude, "You should take these." RULE 3: INSIST on KINDNESS. At first they refused. We chatted. I offered my mushrooms again..and they refused. We chatted more, and finally, upon the third try, I insisted "You really ought to take these, I want you to have them." They looked at each other and Patty wife relented. RULE 4: FOLLOW UP. I invited Bob and Patty to my July 4th fish fry. I'll make sure they get a reminder call. RULE 5 (pending): Have plenty of ice cold beer, deep fried crappie, and a special skillet or two of shrooms ready to seal the 2017 deal! Next year <em>HAS </em>to be better! Not all interactions happen like this. Certainly this was among the easiest trespass encounters I've had. It would be fascinating to hear from others and how you have managed to deal with it.