Someone in Jacksonville was printing maps of pastures where the magic mushrooms could be found, my neighbors have cattle so the mushroom prowlers were driving us nuts. They would leave gates open and I would end up chasing horses in the dark, except for Cracker, he followed me like a puppy.
Certain segments of our society have been educated that private property is “old school” and that they are “nu skul” and have a right to your stuff.