My dog found an unbelievably rich wild blueberry patch in the Rockies on a pipeline right-of-way a few years ago. When the berries are ripe, I can clean pick a pint every 10 minutes, and don’t have to move for 40 minutes.
I just have to pay attention now: the dog is gone, and there are brown bears around. My mother met one a few years ago. < BG >