Hanging out with this pair reminded me of the sort of male camaraderie that develops in close quarters. You'll find it in school dormitories, on fishing boats, in hunting camps. Old pals, they knew each other's foibles and weaknesses all too well and exploited them in an ongoing banter of inside jokes, ragging, and general good-natured BS.
This was a "day saver" (as Doug called it) for the pickers after getting scooped at the last patch. We loaded up the baskets and drove back south to Raymond to meet the buyer, Jeremy Faber of Foraged and Found Edibles, who was en route from Seattle to buy mushrooms from several Raymond-area pickers, most of them Cambodian immigrants.
This is the moment of truth for the pickers and some can't bear to watch. A cluster of wives looked on as their husbands' work for the day was added up.
For their part, the pickers all went home with cash in their pockets to get some sleep before tomorrow's pick, when the whole process would repeat itself.