MIKOGEST will use ICT and Big Data analysis techniques to deepen the sustainable management of mycological resources
Last March was held a new meeting of the operational group MIKOGEST (Dynamic & Innovative Management of Mycological Resources) to address the work of the innovation project it plans to carry out. The aim is to manage the regulation of this resource by tools based on Information and Communication Technologies (ICT), within a framework that guarantees sustainability in the use of the resource, traceability in the value chain and provides useful information to the collector and the business sector.
To achieve this objective, the aim is to generate a Big Data analysis system that provides the necessary information to guarantee the sustainability of both the activity and the habitats, offering precise knowledge of the production capacity of these habitats in real time (through estimates of production in each place and moment), and also processing precise parameters of the demand, commercialization and exploitation of the resource. ICT will also be used to establish communication and information transmission channels with the agents involved in the sector (collectors, consumers, marketers or processors, owners of producing habitats and administrations involved).
This operational group was set up in 2018 and is coordinated by the Cesefor Foundation, which is accompanied in the consortium by the Forest Science and Technology Centre of Catalonia (CTFC), the Federation of Forestry Associations of Castile and León (FAFCYLE), the Confederation of Spanish Forestry Organisations (COSE) and the Spanish Federation of Mushroom and Truffle Growers (FETRUSE). The Federation of Mycological Associations of Castilla y León (FAMCAL), the Forest Association of Burgos (ASFOBUR) and the Forest Association of Salamanca (ASFOSA) also participate as collaborators, as well as the participation, as a collaborating entity, of the Regional Government of Castilla y León. It is worth noting that two of these members (Cesefor and CTFC) are also partners of INCREDIBLE project.
Why MIKOGEST operational group?
The high demand for both internal and external consumption of wild mushrooms is fostering the activity of marketing this product, there are many companies located in the main producing areas of Spain, and creating new ones, contributing through employment to the establishment of the population in disadvantaged rural areas, impacting positively on the rural economy. The lack of supply of these food products is often due to inefficient information and resource management.
Mushroom pickers carry out this activity without any kind of professionalization, and often there are not even basic requirements or knowledge for the development of the activity, generating in many cases a lack of traceability and healthiness of the product.
Some regional public administrations (such as Castilla y León) are addressing the regulation of the sector, incorporating regulations on mycological exploitation and establishing criteria that will condition the activity of harvesting and marketing of wild mushrooms.
The innovation project of the operational group MIKOGEST has a duration of two years and has benefited from EAFRD funds in the 2019 call for innovation projects of general interest by Operational Groups of the European Innovation Partnership for Agricultural productivity and Sustainability (EIP-AGRI) with a total budget of 584,000 euros (467,200 euros FEADER and 116,800 euros AGE).
Il progetto INCREDIBLE ("INNOVATION Networks of Cork, Resins and Edibles in the Mediterranean basin") riceve finanziamenti dal programma della Commissione Europea Horizon 2020 secondo il grant agreement Nº 774632.
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He looks down. And then smiles at his dad. “Back in the day, back before we turned into a modern society, a man would grab another man’s balls and swear an oath on them in his hand and state his words to be true. To be a friend” His father says. “Do you know what I mean, son?”
Garrett nods to his father. He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.
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“My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.” “I bet you got some stares from the other boys in the locker room.” His dad adds. “You couldn’t miss it.”
“That is your cock, son.” His father, says. “…but it does not make you a man. It only makes you a boy with a hard cock in his hand.” “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”
“Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection. The helmet of the man’s cock weaves a picture of no recognition as the father’s cum streaks itself through the watery haze.
“Then, what is this, father.” He says as he wrestles his cock in a fierce grip and squeezes it like he is fighting against a serpent unleashed from its coil. “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”
His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.
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He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise. “And you did it with that. Your boner?” His dad asks. “I guess.”
“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. “Coach told us. To go beat off. Seeing all those tents in our shorts; he said we should have all been working out naked. Our shorts weren’t covering up, anything, as our cock’s periscoped out and over the elastic waistbands of our shorts.” He says to his dad as he steps from the shower.
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“Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly. Garrett nods to his father.
The sound of the shower echoes throughout the empty house. The bathroom door is open. He knows he has privacy. He is alone. No older brother. No father. Or mother. It is just him. He reaches for and cups the wiggling low hangers of his teenage son.
He lifts his head from its bowed stance and looks into the eyes of his father wanting some acknowledgement. “That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.”
“My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.” His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face.
His son bucks on the lid as he turns beet red from his carnal machinations. After I serve daddy’s left one, I was about to move to the right foot. While He stopped me, stood up, and walked towards the couch, he said “Crawling right after me.” I followed daddy. My nose was where daddy’s ass was. I was staring at that crotch while I was crawling, and I didn’t realize daddy stopped one of a sudden in front of the bathroom. My nose is slightly right into that dreaming ass crack.
“Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection. I didn’t move and I didn’t want to move because the smell in there is so toxic. I can smell daddy’s unwashed ass in there. I was also so happy as daddy sat on the toilet to released his scent just for me to sniff. Just when The scent faded away I heard the daddy say, “Come here, boy.” I saw daddy sitting on my couch with nothing but a white brief on. The bulge was staring at me. I knew I was going to be having a wonderful night.
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“My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.” He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel.
“You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?” “Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”
Daddy was furious as I could hear his deep breath. He sat down on the bench by the door. I was looking down afraid he was going to kick my ass. He lifted my head from my chin using the tip of his loafer where I can smell that smelly sheer socks he has been worn all day. Just when our eyes met, a big stinky manly wad landed on my face. Then I felt a big rough hand rubbing the spit all over my face. I heard the daddy say, “ next time remember what I told you exactly, I don’t want this to happen again, you hear me? I paused and said, “ yeeee…”. Before I finished the sentence, another spit and a big slap on me. “ when I told you something you must say yes. There is no room for you to argue or think, understood?” He said in a deep and firm tone. “ yes sir”. Without missing a beep I said it. “good boy, your night is just about to start.” “What are ya now, by the way?”
“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!” His father bellows. He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.
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I used my teeth to strip off daddy’s black sheer socks. I placed them in my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I swallowed every single sweat and stink from these socks. It takes so well. I rolled them into a ball and stuck them into my jockstrap where my small dick and balls were. “That you, son?” A voice chimes in from the hallway.
“But you didn’t though, did you, son?” “Pick it up and smell the crotch.” His dad says.
“That your jockstrap on the floor next to you, son?” His dad asks. “I thought you usually showered after practice. In the locker room.” His dad asks as he walks into the open door of the bathroom.
He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father. He does not hear the slamming of the front door. Neither does he hear the footsteps on the wood floor in the hallway. The shower drowns away all this noise.
Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock. His father loosens his grip on the full balls of his son as he stands. He can see the spurts of hair that dot the chest of his son. And he can see the heaving and gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest, as he breathes, as his excitement builds.
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“Stoke your cock while you sniff that jock.” “What are you now, son?”
“Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?” His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead.
His dad takes a seat upon the closed commode lid. “I ain’t a-talking ‘bout how big ya cock is, boy. I am talking ‘bout ya, weight. Your height.” His dad says. “I kinda figured on how big you are down there. That’s obvious. It makes me proud of you. My son. Of what I created, along with ya mother.”
“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. “What ya lifting now?” His dad asks as he fidgets on the commode seat. He can feel his hard-on growing in his pants.
His dad’s cock does not curve like that of his son, it angles like a fishing rod looking for fish under rushing river waters, from the deep furry patch between the father’s legs. “Was it because of that?” His dad asks as he points a finger towards him. And his midsection.
Garrett picks up the pee-stained and cum-leaked jock from the tile floor. “This is what a man looks like, son.” His father says as his pants fall to the floor. From his waist out pops his representation of a 40-year-old-man. And father of two teenage boys. His cock.
“What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks. “Dad! Dad!” His son says in a straining voice. “Release me?”
“What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. Garrett nods to his father.
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