Mushrooms
The mushroom season has been in full swing for several weeks now, and it’s not called “mushroom hunting” for nothing. You really do have to hunt for these delicious little fungus. Last weekeng I looked hi and low for some of those white morels while zig-zagging back and forth through the woods. I checked fench rows, downed trees, moist sandy areas, and every rotted tree stump in my woods. I found narry a one!
Every mushroom hunter I’ve talked to reported finding quite a few of the treats. Whats up with me? I must be a “bad” mushroom hunter! I’ve been bummed out about it, as I was looking forward to frying up a batch of morels with maybe a little venison steak and onions.
While I was feeling sorry for my lack of mushroom finding skills I had a light bulb moment. A neighbor whose property adjoins mine made mention several weeks ago about how productive my fence rows were at producing large morels. When he asked me if I hunted for them I told him I would be over in a couple weeks to see what I could find. “Duh!” My slicker-than-me neighbor Knew I wasn’t going to be around for awhile, so guess where all the mushrooms went? That’s a pretty low varmit that would steal a mans morels. Why he ain’t any better than that “snake-in-the-grass” that would try to steal some “morals” himself! Fellow mushroom hunters take a lesson from me keep your mouth shut about certain spongy looking fungi, and the day you plan to harvest them. When it comes to morals (I mean morels) you don’t know who to trust.
Mike