So I've been out looking for this detestable fabled savory sporophore
called the Morel four times in the last week, to proven and
un-proven spots, and have not seen more than one.
And that was one Dave found.
Of course, Pahound was crawling one of the local creeks hunting for rocks
Saturday and happened upon a nice little crop of them.
It was interesting because he found them growing on and around the rocks
of a gravel bar in the creek.
I told him I had never seen them growing "In" a creek before
and he said that's exactly what the Fungus Collector said.
I said, "Who's the Fungus Collector?"
And he said when he first spied the mushrooms growing
around and from the rocks he was trying to look at
he was wondering if these were the ones we look for?
And then he heard a rustle from the woods.
At first he thought it might be a bear, and just as he was planning his escape
a man stepped into view. Introduced himself as Fungus Collector.
(Sounds like a fun-guy.)
Pahound said that was interesting because I'm a rock collector
who has just found some fungus and pointed them out to the man
who immediately got noticeably excited and exclaimed,
"Yes, those are Morels! I"ve never seen them growing on a gravel bar before?"
We went back to that gravel bar today and, of course, there
were no Morels anywhere to be seen.
The Fungus Collector had done his job well.
A stem root or two still stuck to the rock it was growing from,
and the pics on Pahounds phone, are the only evidence
that they were ever there.
So my enthusiasm for stalking the wild mushroom is waning.
This is the second year in a row that past proven morel producing spots
have not produced anything,
and there's a whole lotta head-scratching goin' on.
What's the reason this year?
It got warm too early last year.
Maybe it got too warm at the right time for nothing to happen again this year?
Anyway,
any of you lucky folks that have had some success in the hunt this year
it sure would be nice to see some pictures.
I could use the inspiration to try and get out looking anymore this year
and refrain a little longer from saying, "Can't wait for next year."
Just like a babblin'brook,
Joe