Most folks who ‘live off the land’ know exactly what they’re eating. Well more exactly than the average person does.
Accidents still happen. Every year I hear of a family that went out picking mushrooms and chooses some version of the Death Cap.
Then the whole family is in the hospital, either comatose or awake while awaiting their liver transplants.
For me, the Super Market provides enough ‘wilderness’ for me.
This boy was in a coma for about 440 days before he awoke with permanent brain damage. The mother probably should habe let him go during that coma, but then, that is easy for me to say.
I was not related to him. I understand that.
Every year in Switzerland a family dies after a happy fall day mushroom foraging. There are free centers in every canton where you can have your mushrooms inspected, but Dad or Grandpa knows too well to ever “need help.”