Its that time of year again. You know.. the time year for the green gold poachers. The evidence is all there. The yellow gloves, the industrial size garbage bags. 
All is nice and good until I, the officially bag transporter pop out of the forest and lo behold there is a urban looking man getting on a mountain bike. I look confidently at him and reassure him
me:" don't worry, its not pot",
Urban Man: "oh.. you're collecting garbage"
Ah... one of those.. perhaps I should have said it was pot.
me "no actually its moss"
And with that I scamper back into the woods hoping beyond hope that he will be gone when I come back with the next load.
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