Ah, can you smell that in the air? It’s the Spring rain, coming to wash away the dirty old snow, make our mountains green and – more importantly – grow our Morel Mushrooms! That’s right, while people in big cities and deserts are willing to drop large sums of cash on this elusive fungus, we go out and pick them like wild flowers. People have spots that they go to, and if you ask them where they are, don’t expect an answer. At least, don’t expect the truth! Morel hunting grounds are a highly guarded secrets, passed down from generation to generation. You’ll know if someone really likes you if they take you hunting with them, like our friends did yesterday!
It was the perfect weather. It had been raining off and on all day, the clouds hung low over the valley, and the air was pungent with wet earth and plants. I was driving home from a long day at work, looking forward to tending to the chickens and dogs when I got a phone call from my guy informing me that we were going huntin’ that evening in a super secret spot. Needless to say, I was excited. We had gone the day before and while we couldn’t find our secret spot from last Spring, we did find a good little pile in the usual spot.
Anyways, I got home, quickly changed into my rain boots, and away we went. I won’t give up our new spot, but it was a quick drive from where our home is. We trudged through the wet woods and mud for about an hour. I could sense the dispair in the air when I heard it – ‘Derka derka!’ The cry my guy and I use when we have spotted the camouflaged treat. We all rushed over and sure enough, he had found the end of the brown rainbow. For another hour we scoured the ground with a new intensity, looking up only to congratulate our fellow foragers as we each found little treasures. The light was fast fading, and our eyes were starting to feel the strain, so we called it a day. And a good day it was…….