My brothers and I went morel mushroom hunting this week. I had never heard of this before I read an article in the paper last Sunday. These mushrooms are in season only for a week or two, they grow under fallen trees, preferably in the shade and on damp ground. I've been told they sell for about fifty dollars a pound. We started on our multi-hour hunt with great enthusiasm. Our moral was up, but the morels were gone! No luck at all! I ended up with two oyster mushrooms and one something-or-other mushroom. My brother told me to wear pants and I wish I did. The weeds, spurs, raspberry bushes gashed up my legs pretty good. But I had an interesting time trying and ended up with two hard crusty oysters to show for it. In the next couple of days, I tried morel hunting again with my children. We ended up with the same result. I hope to have better luck next year.
An article below depicting a slightly more successful hunt.
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