I was destined to hunt mushrooms.  A couple of days ago my pal Rob texted me a picture of a morel mushroom he had located.  Here in Ohio it is mushroom season.  I love mushrooms but have never hunted wild mushrooms.  I thought about hunting them when I got the message but the thought drifted away until I heard the words "mushroom hunting" at a family gathering today.  My sister-in-law was commenting that she was itching to go mushroom hunting and had even brought a change of shoes in case the opportunity presented itself today on my mother's wooded property.

Within twenty minutes I was out in the woods with the wrong shoes looking for mushrooms. 

They are difficult to spot but tend to grow in clusters.  When you find one, you crouch down to look for the tops of the mushrooms above the leafy forest floor.  Soon we were walking into cluster after cluster of mushrooms.  In between the finds I walked slowly through the woods, hands behind my back, head tilted toward the ground.  The birds chirped, a couple of bees buzzed between the wildflowers, the sticks snapped under my feet and I took in the damp Ohio spring air.  I thought about how great mushroom hunting is.  Even if you don't spot a single fungus, you get to walk in the woods quietly, enjoying the day.



Of course I did find a good supply of the little buggers.  Next we prepare them.

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Update:  Only Henry was brave enough to enjoy with me.  We both reported a nice numbing of the tongue (much like one gets from a fine blue cheese).  Traveled today so no hunting but my brother torments me with his find: