Collecting blueberries is addictive.

It's work, you're always bent over and you usually have to drive halfway to no-where, tromp through lots of game trails and moose poop and constantly wonder if a black bear is gonna pop outta the bushes and mug you for your berries, but you just can't stop picking after you find a good bush with lots of really fat berries.

It's like finding little blue diamonds. I don't even like blueberries that much, but it keeps me off the crack.

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