Before I found my way to Little Biggy, my sourcing was... let’s just say, a lot more "adventurous."
Most of my supply came from trekking through random fields with a local legend—a guy who was properly eccentric and didn’t speak a word of English (or any other known language, for that matter). He was like a shark catching a scent of blood; he could sniff out a mushroom from a mile away without saying a single syllable. If I wasn't out in the mud with him, I was usually relying on a random hippy popping up at the right time to offer me a path to enlightenment.
Discovering Little Biggy changed the game for me. It took me from wandering through damp fields with silent forest-dwellers to having a reliable, high-quality community at my fingertips.
As always much Love for the competitions💚
Most of my supply came from trekking through random fields with a local legend—a guy who was properly eccentric and didn’t speak a word of English (or any other known language, for that matter). He was like a shark catching a scent of blood; he could sniff out a mushroom from a mile away without saying a single syllable. If I wasn't out in the mud with him, I was usually relying on a random hippy popping up at the right time to offer me a path to enlightenment.
Discovering Little Biggy changed the game for me. It took me from wandering through damp fields with silent forest-dwellers to having a reliable, high-quality community at my fingertips.
As always much Love for the competitions💚

