Morel’s are Rising

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The mushroom season has just kicked into high gear, 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 around my deer camp. I checked fench rows, downed trees, moist sandy areas, and every rotted tree stump in my woods. I found narry a one!  It must be to early for the north woods, as last year I found many blacks and a few whites around my cabin.

Every mushroom hunter I’ve talked to reported finding quite a few these past few days. 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.  Yesterday I was cutting the grass back home in Monroe and low and behold my wife found two nice mushroom in our yard!

Then last evening we visited my daughter and son-in-laws place south of here.  He said he had a surprise for me, and handed me a bag of morel mushrooms.  The best spring gift a guy could ask for.  He had found about 80 of them right on his 6 acres and was willing to share them with me.  He had already cooked up two batches for himself, and gave me the 20 he still had left.  What a guy!  I plan on frying them up tonight with a venison steak and baked potatoe.  My mouth is already watering for what awaits me in just a few short hours.  Bon-a-petite!


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