It was way back in the summer of 1959 — the year I was born, actually — when some local guys were out camping and they stumbled upon something astounding in the remote northern Minnesota words. It was a mushroom the size of a small Toyota … well, not quite that big, but really, really huge! Unnaturally so.
But that’s only the beginning of this fantastic tale, which these men swear is true.
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