Welcome to the Great Morel Story Book page! This page is intended to showcase some of your fellow mushroom hunter's real life adventures. Stories of success and failures, of battling nature's elements, the trials and tribulations, mixed with the agony of defeat and heart warming adventures. Stories from people sharing a common interest - The Great Morel, so take your time and enjoy.
Addicted to hunting mushrooms
I was searching the web and happened upon your web page.
I have been amazed and obsessed with morels since I was knee high to a tadpole. My dad would take my brothers and I "mushroomin" when we were kids. Being the second to last child out of 12 children, my dad has some years on me and definitely had his favorite spots. I loved it then as I do now.
Up until last year I have never found more than 5 or 6 at a time. As you will see in the photo attached I finally hit a nice patch of shrooms last year. My coworkers in-laws acquired some land and I obtained permission to hunt it. It was a small patch of woods About 6 to 8 acres surrounded by farm fields. Surprisingly I found around 200 . I called my wife from the woods and told her to keep dinner warm I was going to be late.
I tend not to preach but this phrase goes along with the tempestuous ride of being addicted to hunting mushrooms: If you don't pray to God on a sunny day, you sure shouldn't pray to him on a cloudy one!
Thanks for the great site.
Courtesy of - Millstadt, Illinois. - sumbitted 2007
A Fungus Among Us
I slowly stood up in front of 50 other people, in a room quiet enough to hear a horsefly chewing his cud. I nervously clasped my hands together and squeezed my fingers until the knuckles turned white. When I finally spoke, I could feel the shakiness in my voice. "Hello, my name is Skip Coryell, and I'm a fungaholic."
"There, I said it! Yes! I'm a mycophagist! I eat fungus, and I'm proud of it!"
Suddenly a weight lifted from my shoulders, and I felt the shame I'd known since childhood peeling off my back like the dead skin on a molting rattlesnake. But once I had started my confession, I couldn't stop. I ranted on and on, the cathartic raving taking on a life of its own. I had been forewarned that once you start down the dark fungal path, forever will it dominate your destiny. But I hadn't listened. Like so many people before me, I thought I could handle my fungi.
"Okay, I admit it! I eat fungus. I eat it alone! I eat it with friends! I even eat it early in the day when no one is looking! And once I take that first bite - I just can't stop until every mushroom in sight is slowly being digested inside me, becoming one with my alimentary canal. I can't help it! Fungi is fun!”
And what is my fungus of choice? Morel mushrooms. The entire genus of Morchella to be more specific. That's right, I don't limit myself to just one species, I'll consume vast quantities of all five kinds of Morchella: Morchella Angusticeps (Black Morel), Morchella Deliciosa (tiny White Morel), Morchella Crassipes (Giant White Morel), Morchella Esculenta (Common White Morel), and Morchella Hybrida (a cross between the White and the Black Morel).
Pity the man who tries to separate me from my mushrooms. I'd sooner take away a man's remote control. Okay, I hear you. You think I'm a little nuts. I don't care. We all have our vices. It could have been drugs, sex, or even computer programming, but no … I'm a fungus-hunting addict!
How did it happen? How does anything like this happen? The old axiom is true "The morel rots from the head down." My father was one of the greatest influences in my life. He could spot a 2-inch-high morel at 30 yards. He was truly a man above men.
But on a more serious note, morel hunting has always been a family event for me. I have five brothers and sisters, and we've all been morel hunting since we could walk. I have four children, and they were all mushroom hunting before their first birthday. Like the good book says, "Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it."
Morel hunting is also a very spiritual activity for me. It gets me out into the woods during my favorite season: the spring, when everything is green and new with the promise of warm weather ahead and the cold of winter is nothing but a dying memory. Nature reminds me of God's creative power and beauty, and makes me feel closer to Him in a very special way.
So every spring I sojourn with my family to go morel hunting just as my parents did with me. I started morel hunting as soon as I could walk, and it's been a family tradition for as far back as I can remember. I especially like to take my 4-year old and 6-year old out morel hunting with me. They get bored easily if they can't see them, so every time I find one, I tell them that I can smell one close by. Then I point toward the general vicinity of the morel, and they find it for me. They absolutely love it! They view it as a team outing: Daddy's nose and their eyes.
If you have never been morel hunting, you should consider it. In a day and age when many families are steadily growing farther apart, morel hunting can be wholesome, quality time with your family that you will never regret. Who knows, you could be the first in a long line of morel maniacs.
Courtesy of , keeping the faith in Michigan. - sumbitted 2006
His name was North
There is a patch of woods in suburban Detroit that we always visit first every year for morel hunting. This area of barely more than an acre, has a sentimental value, because it is there that the late North showed us what a morel was. Yes, his name was North, a kind, adventurous fellow, very energetic for a man in his seventies.
The first year he pulled up in his RV home with his wife Kitty Ann, barely a day had gone by before he had his new friend, my father, out looking under the elms for the Michigan grey morels, in the middle of a suburban area where the pesticides are prevalent and the average person knows nothing of the gems. That night we reaped the benefit of that ignorance, there was much comraderie as we dined on what is classified as a "mushroom" but tastes better than fried chicken.
North passed suddenly a year and a half later,and despite the sad feeling that comes over us we have kept hunting his gift that keeps giving on that acre of woods and brush. We remember him fondly, the man who in his fast friendship sang and played the guitar with us, debated politics, and showed us the glory and bounty of the non-animal hunt, and what can still be found despite the dwindling American woodlands.
Courtesy of - sumbitted 2006
The Moral of the Story...
When I was first taught how to mow my lawn in the mid 1960's I was about 14 and didn't know a Morel from a Largemouth Bass. The backyard of the house is fenced by a cemetery. Never knew why; But Dad said it was to keep those neighbors in their own yards. Anyhow, the men that maintained the cemetery were collectively called "cemetery men".
One mowing day in the late spring (about this time of year) two cemetery men were hanging around their side of the fence and they motioned me over as I got near with the mower. One of them pointed at the large patch of mushrooms and told me that, "those things were edible, you know". I said I wasn't going to play around with no mushrooms and proceeded to mow them down and suck them up in the lawnmower's bag. I still remember empting the bag three times with all of those darn mushrooms clogging up the mower & bag near the fence.
Year after year the quantity of mushrooms became less as the host elm tree roots disappeared. One year my brother took a class in wild mushroom identification. These things we were trying to kill off every spring with a 5 horse Briggs and Stratton were Morels, he learned. Larry (my brother) was a cautious type. The books and teachers had the Morels pegged at a smaller size than the ones in my back yard. So he picked one that survived the Briggs (by nature of it being close to a tree trunk where I couldn't get it properly mowed down) and he took it to the next class. You've surely guessed by now that it was indeed a Morel.
That mushroom ID class was taken about 1995. In the 1960's there were hundreds; in '96 we saw about 25 Morels. It has dropped steadily. This year it looks to top out at about 3-4. Time will tell.
I now have two brothers that are big fans and they keep a close eye on my yard near the cemetery fence. If this story has a moral it must be something about knowing your Morels. (Had to do that, sorry.)
Courtesy of Bill, from Westboro, MA - sumbitted 2006
Reproduction
I just read some of your stories and I must say, I was shocked to learn that morels actually grow after they "emerge" from the ground. I have hunted them for years and always thought that they remained the same after they "emerge".
Anyway, I wanted to share this story, and have not tried it yet, but plan to this year if the neighbors don't get them all.
My inlaws pack up their camper every year and head to Washington state for a month or so to visit family out there. The family loves morels, and since they had found several, thought they would take some out to share when they visited in late May. My father-in-law cut them in half, and dried them unwashed on screens before putting them in a paper grocery bag for transport.
A few days after their arrival, my mother-in-law decided she would cook them up. She filled a dishpan up with cold water, and put them in it to rehydrate them before cooking them up as usual - dredged in flour and browned until crisp in real butter.
Anyway, since they were camping she threw the water from the dishpan out the door of the camper. The family was overjoyed by the taste of the morels, but also were surprised the next spring when they picked their own in the grass where my inlaws always park their camper, perhaps where mom threw the water, which may have contained some spores?!
Interesting, to say the least. I plan to give it a try!
Courtesy of - Lisbon, Iowa sumbitted 2006 (visit Growing Tips page for more)
The Billy Goat Trudge
The day started off well as we prepared for what some call "The Billy Goat Trudge" on an absolutely beautiful spring morning. This stretch of woods is long and steep but most times well worth it, if you are a billy goat or have some in you, this hunt comes natural. For the rest of us, it is one helluva adventure!
The year (2006) has been like no other with the weather seeming to work out so the undergrowth in most woods is not too cumbersome and thick that you can’t see anything. The only problem is my schedule this year limited me to only having one chance of hunting woods of which I have hunted near my hometown (Sidney Ohio) for as long as I can remember. It seems the normal resources were depleted this year as we were missing some of the regulars. Josh and I decided we would hunt "The Billy Goat Trudge" by ourselves this year so we laced up, prepared our sticks, located our bags and on our way out of the drive we paid homage to the wonderful mushroom gods and asked them for a successful hunt.
We then met our driver near the exit spot and dropped off one of our vehicles and rode that ever so long drive to the other end of the woods. As we rounded the last corner we prepared to make a quick exit from our vehicle, as we did a car pulled up and was forced to slow down as the drop was made. The guy gave us a smirk from his Caddy almost as if he was making fun of my camo attire. I thought to myself..... "Kiss my butt buddy I'm going to sleigh them!!!" We then busted butt straight to the first spot out of site and out of mind of anyone around, moving in to what we mushroom hunters call "stealth mode" paying close attention to where we were and what we were stepping on not to alert the sleeping hound dogs atop the hill. You know, the usual tactic used by many shoomers so not go give away their favorite honey patch to anyone who may be in the area.
Once we got deep enough in the woods we split up and moved to the high and low spots looking for trees that have provided us success many years in the past. While I was towards the top of the hill I focused on the perfect ground ahead of me and around me carefully looking for the first sign. As I came across a honeysuckle patch I crawled my way through and stumbled across 2 large yellows. I carefully removed them from the ground and cleaned them off and placed them in my sack looking all around the area for any of their buddies that might be playing hide and seek. I looked and looked and still did not come up with anything so I decided to move on.
I met back up with Josh towards the middle of the bank and we split back up as I walked towards the top he stayed toward the bottom looking for any signs we could find. As I came up the hill I stopped to go under a vine and as I stood up I ran in to a few Yellows in a bunch. I then began looking around while 
I called for Josh to come up. As I did the 360 degree look I couldn't help but stop what I was doing and mark all the clusters I could. I told Josh we found the Mother load! As he knelt down to help me start picking we started finding more and more. I had already filled my sack up almost to the point of not being able to close it and Josh pulls out his King size Pillow case. We picked everything we could see and even re-hunted the area several times to make sure we didn't leave any standing as they might get lonely out there all by themselves!
During our excitement we made a few phone calls to some of the normal crew just to let them know what they were missing. We know that patches like this don’t happen every day (in our part of Ohio anyways). As we have made the "Trudge" a few times not finding a damn one of those delicious bad boys, even in the rain a couple times. When we were done re-hunting the spot we marked off about a 25ft x 15yd strip that we found all of the mushrooms in needless to say we were pumped! We then continued through the woods coming across the occasional one or two clustered together but that was about it.
All in all we found about 75 mushrooms in the one spot and about 15 throughout the woods. Needless to say hauling back the 10lbs of mushrooms we had never felt better and we are glad that we could have the chance to enjoy the spring woods on such a fine day! Now if I can only find some spots near my home in Lewis Center (Columbus OH Area) I will be a happy camper!
Courtesy of - sumbitted 2006
The Short Life of My First Morel
I harvested my first ever morel on April 17, 2006. While walking out to get my mail. I glanced down at my tree/flower mound when I caught something foreign in the corner of my eye.
To my surprise, there, bigger than life, was what I recognized immediately as a MOREL!!!
I harvested it, and brought it into the kitchen to show my wife when she got home. Unfortunately, she arrived home when I was gone and didn't know what it was, so she put it down the disposer.....
Ahhhhhhhhhggggg!!!!
Courtesy of - sumbitted 2006
Suprise....
I would like to share a story with you and maybe have it posted on your website of a buddy of mine and his 3 year old daughter
My best friend of very many years and I were talking about morels when I noticed his two apple trees in his front yard along side his driveway. I told him that morels like to pop up under these kind of trees, and told him to check under them in about 2 weeks after the rains we were suppose to get. I turned around and happened to look down,
and right there in his driveway were two little black morels. I told him to never mind looking then to look now. He ended up finding a few more when his daughter (my god daughter) asked me what we were looking for. I showed her the two morels that were in my hand then I turned around to look for more. It wasnt 10 seconds later and my buddy and I heard her say "I found mine!" I turned around and she was holding the biggest mushroom we found that day.
Both of us were so proud. Maybe a future morel freak? We will find out
Courtesy of - sumbitted 2006
Rynonda's Way...
Now that it is Mushroom hunting season, I have tips for you on "Hunting"......
1. Fix breakfast for husband and son, get them on their way to work and school.
2. Make coffee, drink 2 cups while checking emails.
3. Take shower, find and put on "old" clothes, do hair, drink another cup of coffee, put on make-up, drink another cup of coffee, decide what earrings to wear, spray hair again with hair spray, put in contacts then put on old shoes.
4. Get bag, fill large mug with the rest of the cofee to drink while out and about. Find broom handle minus the broom. Put all in the car and head out, back up to get gloves, go to woods my husband told me to go to.
5. Park car in driveway that looks the safest to park in with out getting stuck or flat tires.
6. Put bag in pouch of hooded sweatshirt, get broom handle, put car keys in jean pocket, lock car, take a big drink Of cofee then head into the woods making sure to move the broom handle back and forth to scare creepy crawlies out of the way so you don'e seem them and have a coronary in the woods. Get busy looking at the wild flowers and forget where you've been walking....then somewhere out in God knows how many acres of woods...you have to "PEE!!" Look around for a bare area because you don't know the difference between poison ivey or oak from wildflowers. Look again because you know someone will come walking upon you (not), say the heck with it and "Pee" anyways. Finally not knowing how long you've been wondereing around you decide to head back to the car because you know someone else got all the mushrooms. Start heading out of the woods only to find a dirt road 1/2 mile away from where you are parked, but at least you are able to walk down the road to get back to what is left of your coffee! You see bluebells, dig some up so you didn't get totally skunked!
7. Start looking for woods that a friend kind of gave you directions to, get lucky and find them. park and start adventure all over again!!!! Be damned if same thing doesn't happen all over!!!!! Have to "pee", get lost, find car 1/4 mile in opposite direction. Walk up road and find a "bonus" asparagus!!
8. Go to woods you went to last year, head to spot where you actually found morel's and low and behold you come home with 16 of them!
9. Go to the Mint to have lunch but don't ask the owner what you look like when you walked in...looked better when you left to go hunting!
Did that last year and had 2 weeks of "hell" and 2 1/2 bottles of calamine lotion!! So I am getting a little smarter just need to cut back on the coffee - not! Glad my husband had that gastric by-pass surgery so now son and I will get the majority of the goods! Have a great weekend and happy hunting if that is your thing to do, just wished I could find a really good spot with a bunch! If anyone wants to tell, I'll do the work and share the find!
-courtesy of Rynonda in Iowa (2006)
Land Fish
Moving from Michigan to Tennessee lots of things are really the same but different.
Well after living there a couple of years out in a small place called Granville (really Nameless community) which is just about 65 miles east of Nashville in Jackson Co. We noticed people in the spring looking around in the woods and ditches. At first we thought they were getting the bait for fishing. (worms or lizards).
One day the interest was overbearing and we stopped to ask. The little ole man had a huge pail of "Land Fish", he said. Well when he showed us what type of "fish " he had we laughed. They were Morel Mushrooms by the bucket.
Of course, I couldn't resist asking why they called them "Land Fish" and the answer that I got: "Well lady, they stink, but sure tasty on my eggs."
What caused it was from all the damp leaves near and around them were musty smelling when they were looking. But they sure tasted good when I filled my buckets.
Thanks, Kitty
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Father and Son...
Yesterday my son and I were fishing from our boat in an area that I've never found morels, in fact, I didn't think they existed in this region. My son looked up an a sidehill and said "Dad, are those morels?" We beached the boat and found a beautiful crop of succulent morels in beautiful shape; nice and moist from having recently emerged. We picked a bunch and took our morels and the walleyes that were frisking around in our livewell and headed to shore.
This what we had for dinner:
In a cast iron skillet I heated a couple tablespoons of butter with garlic. I added venison tenderloins from a beautiful fat doe I harvested last fall and lightly browned them and 1 cup of sliced morels. I added some wine that we made last fall from wild grapes we picked in the riverbottoms along with salt and freshly ground pepper. The walleye fillets were cooked in foil on the grill along carrots and potatoes in foil. It was a feast and we either caught it, shot it, or picked it ourselves. Thank you God for creating me and giving me the opportunity to be free and alive in USA! I am not wasting the days that he gave me.
Courtesy of , free and alive in the USA
Father and Son bonding...
Hi guys and gals,
Last year I was the one that called in to one of the NPR radio stations in Ohio, I think it was WXVU on a cooking program that featured mushrooms, and got this site mentioned on the air!!! Well, enough kudos for me, actually I bet that not many people heard the program, and in reality we all want to keep our mushroom secrets, well.... secret.
Well, anyhow, back to my story. Just this past season, my 14 year old son was bored, and I coaxed him out of his dark room, and into the wilderness. We walked out into a preserve, and got ourselves lost. I knew that somewhere out there, people found mushrooms, but for 5 years I never could find out exactly where they were finding them. Until now.
We had gotten lost. In fact, so lost that we ended up walking about 10 to 15 miles before the day was done. But as we ended our day's walking, I spotted a morel right off the trail we were on. I told my boy that we needed to get on our hands & knees, and get off the trail into the leaves and brambles, and that's what we did. We ended up bringing home a bag full of mushrooms that day. But I had some big blisters on my feet because I had just bought a new pair of boots.
Things have a way of evening themselves out, eh? Courtesy of , somewhere in Ohio (Fall 2006)
The Year was 1993...
It was mid April 1993 my brother, Randy, and I were about to make our third or forth 250 mile journey to the Fort for the season. It had already been a pretty plentiful year. But who can find too many mushrooms? Randy, Darrel, and I think it was Ernie, and myself went out for another batch. We pulled into the Fort about sunrise hunted all of our usual spots and decide to go check out a new spot, further west. We had heard of people finding 55 gal. trashbags full, so we had to see it for ourselves being from the show me state. We pulled into the little creek bed it didn't look like anything special, but looks can be deceiving when hunting mushrooms. Randy and me took one side and Darrel and Ernie the other, You could smell that old musty smell as soon as we got near the edge of the hill. We started finding 6 to 10 inch mushrooms right off the bat. It was the greatest sight I have ever seen hunting and I have yet to see it again.
My brother and I found over 65lbs. and the other two found atleast 40lbs. That year all of us together found over 500lbs. That was the last year we got to hunt with Darrel, and we really miss him being with us in the timber. Today 04-04-00 Randy and I found our first mushrooms of the season We can only hope for another year like 93.
Courtesy of , a Missourian In Kansas
Ever so thankful...
I have never liked mushrooms let alone waste my time in the heat and in the woods with flies and mosquitos looking for something I dont even like. I went hunting mushrooms with my husband about a week ago and that was the first time in my whole life I ever did. I wasn't really into it at first , i was kind of excited at first thinking I would find a whole bunch and get to brag about how many I found when others found very few or none but after looking for only about 30 min I got discouraged...we didn't find even one. I was not happy and thought to myself, "I wonder what God thinks of us down here walking in the woods looking for something that I just cant seem to find." I thought it was ridiculous!!!
Then one day, My husband and I went to my best friends home to help her and her husband clean up and her husband came back with a friend with a whole bunch of shrooms they found at their families summer property. We then shortly afterwards decided to go schroom hunting there to try to find more.
I had a great time with my husband, best friend and her husband and their kids. We went back to their cottage and she showed me and my husband how to cook them. They were really good. I still dont care for mushrooms of any type but I did like them and would eat one or two again.
Now, when I am walking in the woods looking for mushrooms, I think to myself "God, Thank you for letting me have this best friend who has the best place to find morels and for giving me a way to have some very special moments in my life with very special people in my life."
After all, If it wasn't for her I would still be going in the woods thinking the same thing as before and finding nothing!
We found about 10 pounds of schrooms in about a half hour and they were pretty big ones too!
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Dirty diapers...
When I was a little girl, about 24 years ago, my mother and her sister took me mushroom hunting. My mother showed me what they looked like when she found one. She asked me if I could smell any thing? I told her yes, dirty diapers. She told me that we were in a patch of mushrooms. Now that I am a mother of a 9 yr. old son I did the same thing to him. Of course he said the same thing "smells like dirty diapers around here. I told him no you are standing in a mushroom patch You should see that child's face when he found his first mushroom. Wish I would have taken a pic of him. He was jumping up and down, yelling, screaming "I found one" I told him to stop before he jumped on another mushroom. He was so proud of himself and wanted to get home asap to fry them up in the iron skillet.
I don't know why my mother, myself and my son are able to smell a patch of them far in the distance but we can. "Dirty diapers", the closer the smell the closer we are to them.
Here are some rules I told my son about hunting mushrooms. Where you find one you find more. If you find one, don't pull it out by the roots. Pinch them off. I was taught this by my mother, and she was taught by her mother-in-law which was cherokee indian and basic teaching of eating from the land that surrounded her and treat it with respect and leave some for the animals and for next years hunting. For those first timers - make sure you have a good long stick to move the leaves around carefully to look under the leaves for a patch. Plus it is good to have incase and animal is near. Trust me, I had a snake come after me and I wacked him one in the head with the stick. That will teach him not to mess around with a shroom hunter. LOL! Make sure you have a good size bag, you never know how many you are going to get. If you are going to be out for a long time looking you may not want to use a plastic bag for you shrroms - I use a onion sack that the stores sell their onions in. This way the air is going thru the bag (plastic bags they seem to weither inside them) If it is not to hot out then plastic is okay. I like to take a tub of some sort - put water in it (add my salt to it to kill the bugs that are in the shrooms) put that in my car - so that when I come out of the woods the shrooms go directly into the salt water and keep till I make the long journey home. Make sure you have a lid that fits tight. Always soak your shrooms in salt water for a while so that the little micro bugs are dead. Trust me you will see them floating on top after a while of soaking.
Happy hunting from in Kettering - Ohio (diaper smeller)
To the great morel hunters:
I couldn't help but notice when I looked at alot of the pictures on your page most of the mushrooms were PULLED UP. I was brought up and taught that they should not be pulled but cut or pinched. This does not allow the mycelium which the mushroom grows from to be exposed to the air and dry out.
My wife and I have a mushroom bed approx. 150 yards long and about 60 yards wide. We have hunted this spot for 12 years and never fail to haul out 300 plus each time we venture there. Many times we can go back to the exact same spot within an inch or two and find another mushroom the next year. And we believe it is because we pinch them off and Not pull them. I have had friends tell me after a few years their spots die out but they have pulled theirs.
Please let me know if there is any thing to this belief. It works for me. Our greatest year was 1998, we found over 2800!!!! We have already found about 100 of the small greys this year. We live in Ky. Love your site love your mushrooms!
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Mulch watching...
I am an avid rooner in Indiana (a MI native...Gods Country) and have been hunting them since I could walk. Last spring (1999) I took a professor of mine to get some picture of some morels for a book that he was putting together. We hunted all day and found only some roons by the house total of about 15. Very tired and hungry I decided to call it a day.
I was at my parents house so I decided it was time to take to 20 minute drive home.
Tired hungry and basically skunked I hopped in the car and headed home.
Just as I approached the first stop light in town I look to the right of me
and saw something that looked a little too suspicios to pass up.
I pulled
my car into a a parking lot and jumped out. After running down the hill a
little to get a closer look at what I saw in the mulch, I could not beleive what
I was looking at.
The landcaping had been finished of with cypress mulch the year before and everywhere there was mulch there were roons. I picked in a fury hoping that nobody would notice what I had found. After I finished picking I rushed back to my parents house and needless to say their mouths dropped when they saw the roons. All total I picked a little over 10 pounds of black morels in about 20 miniutes(the best in my opinion) in the mulch. I guess you can never doubt the morel, they always pop up in the least expected places. I visited that same spot for the next few days and collected another 5 lbs from there. You can bet I will be watching that mulch this year!
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There's always the memory...
Every year four friends and I would spend opening week turkey hunting in southeast Ohio. Well I was the only one who had scouted the weeks prior. While I scouted a few areas I had found quite a few spikes, greys, and turkey's. I sent my friend David there that year, where the shrooms were, and while he was picking he was calling. He got a response from three Toms, which immediatley ran in. David fired his gunat the leading bird then sprinted to his prise! He returned to camp with an 19lb turkey and 10lbs of giant yellows.
Well he had lost his boxcall in his haste. We searched every day to no avail, if you call 42qts of yellows an avail. Well the next year Dave and I scouted the same place. We found turkies and Shrooms again! We started picken when I reached to pick a cluster of three growing from inside an HS Strut boxcall. We couldn't believe our eyes. Dave cleaned and sanded the call that night at camp and two days later called another fine Tom in and harvested it cleanly.
Well it goes without saying we visit that spot every year, if we don't find any birds or shrooms there's always the memory.
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Helping a brother...
My brother and I went hunting in the Shenedoah Mountain area in Virginia. We stumbled upon several spots where clusters of 10-15 small mushrooms could be found, and we eventually collected over 150 mushrooms! Soon it became a game to spot a mushrooms next to the other's feet. I had spotted several next to my brother's feet, but he got the last laugh when, as I squatted and searched the ground he exclaimed, "Laura, there's one right under your butt!!"
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I was looking for some information on growing morels and found your site. Thought I'd send in my story (or should I say my kids' and my story).
I live in Northwest Missouri. I had only seen a morel growing once, although I had heard many stories of people hunting them. I had recently been taken out on a mushroom hunting trip, but it was unsuccessful. On a nice, warm spring day, I decided to take my 13 yr. old son, Jesse, and my 9 yr. old daughter, Katie out "shrooming." We walked to the same spot I had been taken - through our woods, across a fence and through our neighbor's pasture, and into a flat wooded area. We were gone for 3 hours, and found nothing! Exhausted and discouraged, we returned home. As a last ditch effort, I suggested that we might as well look in the small wooded area running alongside the driveway. As we entered the path, I was explaining to the kids again how the mushrooms looked. My daughter turned to me and said, "Is this one?" EUREKA!!! She had found one - a nice size too! A couple of minutes later, my son found a patch of 'em. We were all so excited, but I was kind of at a loss - why wasn't I finding any. Then I hit the jackpot - I saw one little one and when I went to pick it, it was surrounded by a whole patch and, a couple of feet away, another patch. We were so proud. We ended up with a whole sack that we cooked the next day. Didn't even have to leave our own property!
Courtesy ofA note from The Great Morel: always remember, what you take into the woods, bring out of the woods. Keep that in mind as you read this next submitted story.
I had an uncle who hunted every year. He would save vacation days and use them in the spring for mushrooms. His wife would drop him off at our woods at 7:00 AM on her way to work. He would carry a cooler full of beer with him (and these were the days before light weight coolers). His wife would pick him up at 5:30 PM on her way home. He would leave the woods with the beer gone and the cooler full of mushrooms. He would do this 2 -3 times a week. None of the rest of the family could do that well. We finally decided by the time he drank half the case of beer he must have been crawling and thats how he found so many.
Courtesy ofThe Great Morel shares a personal story....
My brother-in-law Dan and I were hunting along not having much success, when we heard up ahead a couple of older gentlemen coming up over the ridge toward us. Unsure of who they were we slipped down the hill and went into "stealth mode" and were going to wait for them to pass. As we both knelt down we heard one of them yell, "hey I think I've got a couple...". As we were squating we grazed the ground around us and low and behold we had planted ourselves amungst a patch of yellow morels. The two older gentlemen headed on down the hill and out of sight as Dan and I reeped the rewards. To this day, every spring the side of that hill gets combed and it has become one of the most productive stomping grounds. Had it not been for those two older gents, no doubt we would have walked right by that ridge..funny how things just happen like that.
This is a favorite of The Great Morel that you will also find on the
humor page but worthy of it....
Well it was an April mornin' wet and warm
Seventy degrees after a thunderstorm
I stuffed a breadsack in my back pocket and I headed out for the woods
I seen a couple kids spittin' off'a the bridge
So I slipped along the fence-line and I low-crawled the ridge
But when I seen those footprints, buddy I lost all sense of right, wrong, bad
or good
It's the mushroom war of '94
I hereby declare it and I'll tell ya what's more
Those scum-suckin' slime buckets leavin' those stumps
Are goin' down for sure
You can beat me to my fishin' hole, there's plenty of fish
But when you start takin' fungus off a good ol boys dish
It's time for the mushroom war of '94
Well I heard some voices thru the trees
Just'a laughin' perty as ya please
They were haulin' out my harvest in some fancy burlap sack
I sat right down, took off my socks
Filled 'em full of walnuts and some heavy old rocks
Then I took off screamin' towards them mushroom thievin' demons
Lookin' for some heads to crack
It's the mushroom war of '94
Thain't the kinda mushrooms you can buy at the store
Them slick-chicken patch-pickin' low-life slugs
Are messin with my spores
You can rob my garden blind late in the night
But touch my morels and ya best be ready to fight
It's the mushroom war of '94
I came up on 'em like a wild-man and said
With both socks swingin' above my head
If ya wanna see tomorrow boys ya better drop that bag right there
Well one of 'em tried goin' for a stick layin' near
So I popped him with my sock-o-rocks upside of his ear
His ear popped, the bag dropped, his buddy took to runnin'
Guess I made myself real clear
It's the mushroom war of '94
If ya think ya want my mushrooms well ya better think some more
Snake-bellied, brain-jellied, timber-trackin-cleptos ain't somethin' I'd
ignore
You can take my dog and turn him into mexican food
But pullin' up my poppers, well now that's gettin' rude
You'll be in for a war like '94
Well that's my story and it's all true
Except for the beginning and the rest the way through
But ya gotta admit those footprints have made ya feel that way before
Well keep your good wool socks on your feet for the snow
But keep a spare pair around close cause ya just never know
When you'll be in for a war like '94.....
Just a Dream...
I just have to share this with you. I had a dream last night that my brother and I were out hunting morels, (in 90+ degree heat, here in Colorado, where you can't find them except for a small pocket up in the mountains) and in the dream there was a temperature inversion or something and we were looking at a hillside where every upturned leaf revealed a huge morel. It started off with one, then each additional one we saw got larger and larger. We filled 4 garbage bags and were going back for more when the alarm went off. Man, you can't make up dreams like that!.....
Courtesy ofWisconsin Wisdom...
Hey, hey, great sight (site?) I usually time my hunting to the lilacs across the street from me. When the flowers get ready to pop it's time for me to hop. Typically, the 2nd or 3rd week in May. The morels I see most are of the esculenta and deliciosa (creamy colored) variety although I have harvested the black and crassipes. Got over 30 in an hour last spring, WOW! Since I'm in central and not the hotbed area in SW Wi, it was a banner day. Get ready, the time of joy approches. (3 March 1999)
Courtesy of - Wisconsin ShroomerMorel Heaven...
I live in Northwest Missouri and I usually go shrooming with my brother. Last year we faithfully spent each weekend searching the woods without a whole lot of luck. But, one day after spending alot of time in the woods searching for those illusive little critters I happened upon a gnarly old dead tree up ahead and thought " If any place would be productive of the treasure it would be that spot" After the thought went through my mind, I spotted what looked like a morel. As I got closer I started walking a little faster because Lo and Behold it was! I bent over to pick it and several inches away there was another and then I spotted another and another and another. I hollered at my brother and told him I found some so he quickly came over to the spot. We picked and picked. After we reaped all we could find, we walked away from that approximately 20 foot square spot with "FIFTY" morels at least 5 inches long. I have never encountered so many in one spot before in my life and I love telling this story to anyone who will listen. I hope I can find that same spot this year.
Courtesty of - Missouri Shroomer18 pounder...
In the spring of '93, I think it was, a friend of mine found three mushrooms, 1 of which weighed I believe 18 pounds, and two more which weighed 8 pounds each. I have the picture at work under the glass on my desk. They had a mushroom feed at the lounge in our town. Just thought I would share that with you.
Courtesy ofOf Morels and Wild Asparagus
Life is good.....
Spring's sprung here in Northeastern Illinois in all its exuberance and
magnificence. One of those rare and perfect days when the air is clean
and pure and the sky is a deep and pristine blue and the temperature hovers
around 80. And the grass is a thick lush emerald green and the trees
foliage still in its infancy is beginning to leaf out as are the flowering
trees with their delicate 
and joyful blossoms heralding new life and rebirth.
And wildflowers abound...
Too, it is the time of morels and wild asparagus.
And it was my pleasure and my joy to spend the morning hunting morels and stalking wild asparagus from Nature's bounty for this evening's repast.
Ah.. and what a dinner it was!
Beautiful finger-sized morels with their delicate slightly nutty and earthy flavor sauteed in olive oil and a dollop of butter, enhanced by a robust portion of minced garlic and fine herbs, a pinch of red pepper flakes, and bite-sized pieces of scallion tossed in at the last moment to just heat through and maintain their crispness, then salted and served over pasta with shredded parmesan and freshly ground pepper.
And absolutely fresh pencil-thin intensely flavored crisp wild asparagus in a simple butter sauce on the side. Along with a green salad and vinaigrette, a warm crusty French bread with a chewy interior, a perfectly ripe brie and a chilled straight forward chardonnay that hinted ever so slightly of golden apples.
Mmmmmmmm.
Life is good. God is great. And despite the insanity that pervades and prevails, it is the simple pleasures that make it worthwhile.
Courtesy ofAdding them by the pounds
This year 1999 we set our own record for most morels picked in one area. There was one great big dead white elm with a little dead red elm next to it. On April 30 we had passed by these trees on our way to a South facing slope. There was approximately 120 little light grey morels there. The slope faced to the North. Based on past years test plots we had left them to grow. One week later on the 7th of May we had returned to the spot. Brett and I had smiles from ear to ear. The morels had quadrupled in size and weight. The morels had also turned to a light yellow color. We took the camcorder to the site and filmed the harvest. We had picked on our hands and knees for just about an hour. The end results were 264 morels weighing 10 pounds & 4 ounces.
We had broke 3 of our personal records in 1998. Most pounds in a season 301. Most pounds in a single day 40.5. Heaviest morel 1 pound 3 ounces.
Well I'll keep you all up to date if we break any records in the year 2000.
Happy Hunting to All.
Courtesy of - South West WIGetting the Fever
It has been awhile since I got the "fever" but now I have it more than ever. I grew up in Central Illinois and learned about Morels while I was a Land Surveyor. The first time I picked them is when we were doing work on an old Mental Institution and we stumbled across a huge patch in the woods. A few years later I moved to beautiful Door County WI. A few years after obtaining my real estate license, I was at an open house at a new condominium and while waiting for people to come in I went out on the porch and looked down and to my surprise saw one, two, three (you know how it goes) morels! I ended up picking a grocery bag full and when I came back to the office I showed them to my secretary, and she said oh I think I saw some of those ugly things on the side of the office. I looked and promptly filled another grocery bag. I am pretty sure we had the same bark/mulch that was at the condo for ground cover. Anyway I went into production in my small apartment and was cleaning and drying (I was told you had to soak them then hang them on a line to let them dry)...my kitchen was covered with hanging morels! I invited some friends over and we gorged ourselves. I never found any morels since in either of those spots or any other woods for that matter. Last year we built a new house in an old orchard with only 3 or 4 trees left. To the rear is over 100 acre of woods which got me thinking I might get lucky and have some morels again (it had been 10 years since I found any). Well I kept searching the woods and actually found a few which made me very excited until my wife, while walking around her new garden found a dozen or so more but about the size of a fist. The more I searched the woods the more she would stumble upon them in places like next to our driveway, in a wide open dirt patch, and in the lawn! I know sit in my office dreaming about eating more (I have had them on my pizzas, steak, eggs, and a Culvers sandwich) with no end in site!
Take care and God bless!
Courtesy of - Door County WINewt the Barber
This is an exerpt from "Newt the Barber." one of a number of stories I wrote. All are taken from my younger days and discounting the exaggeration is a sort of autobiogaphy. This mushroom story told by Newt may not be origional but newt is the only source I've heard it from. Newt had a story for any occasion and was skilled at needling customers. -Don Ditzler
It was mid April spring day and a customer was telling Newt about his good luck in finding morel mushrooms that week. They would find one then another and whole bunches together. Finally they near filled a three gallon bucket.
Newt allowed as how he had done good sure enough, "Yes sir! Reminds me of when I was a young boy and stayed at my Grandpas' farm. Well, Gene
that last fall they had been a tornado go through the farm. Cut right across the apple orchard.
Tore up a lot of trees it did. 
Next spring we took a team and wagon out to clean up the dead
wood... and by golly we wasn't long in the orchard till we started to find morels. They was
everyplace, big ones too (using his hands to illustrate foot high morels) all around
them dead apple stumps and limbs. We filled that wagon with mushrooms. Then, cause we
didn't want them to go to waste, you can dry em ya know, Grandpa had to put up three more twelve
inch sideboards. That wagon was so filled full the horses like not to have pulled that wagon out
of there....and....? Something wrong? Whatsa' matter Gene did I nick you? ...What...? Where you
going boy! ...Gene I ain't done yet!"
Gene had gotten up, thrown off the sheet from around his neck, and was stomping out the door. Newt followed him as far as the door and called in feigned contriteness, ""Gene!, Gene, ...well shoot boy! Come on back here, let me finish that haircut!" But by now Gene was off and gone down the brick walk. "Gene! You come on back and I will take them sideboards off the wagon!"
Courtesy of - Savoy, IL"Don't Ask; Don't Tell"
A Tribute to The Wilson Morel Morals
I was raised to know the laws of the land when it comes to morels. My dad's number one rule: "Don't tell anyone else where we're going. Let's keep it a family secret." So goes this true story in the life of one Indiana girl trying to protect a particular mushroom spot my dad found in Michigan.
It was hot...probably too hot for even the mushrooms to be peaking their heads through the leaves. Yet, I was determined to hunt one particular spot until July if I had to. With my son in tow or should I say in stroller, we meandered our way through a woods, down a large hill and into the country where you smell them. Yes, the mother load was just beyond sight. We had visited it often in years past. As I was approaching "the spot" fond memories of this place flooded my mind.......
When my dad originally found this place, we literally reached across the property line and fence on our hands and knees. They were plentiful and so were our smiles and meals to come.
On year I was on my own...God forbid the family had other plans during the season. So I was going solo. Dad drew me a map, but upon entering the jungle, I realized I couldn't tell east from west and ravine from hill. This is when you've got to love technology. I used my cell phone to call mom and she guided me through to another year of harvest.
Several years back my sister and I visited this place and literally fell to our knees and scraped them in. I yelled, "Thank you, Jesus" and we began pinching them off as fast as we could.
I thought of Leneigh's curly, curly hair as I relived one year taking my niece in a backpack for her first mushroom hunt.
I remembered the leap one heart takes when you hear the first, "Found one" of the year. Oh to hear it again. Oh to be the one to say it!!
All these memories were making me walk faster and fast. I stopped a few times while picking the stroller and son up to go over some logs, go around stumps, avoid poison ivy. Yet, it is only looking back that I remember doing those things because...sweet heaven awaited.
Upon approaching the ravine, the earlier rain had made our normal path a bit muddy. Me, a stroller and son (of course, the grocery sack waded up in my back pocket too)...how are we going to get down this ravine to only climb up to the other side...the side that mattered? I hadn't thought of all this before entering this twenty minute hike. My only choice was to push the stroller down and then slide down on my derrier while holding my son. I'd worry about climbing up later. Pushing the stroller over the four foot drop was nothing. It tumbled. No problem. As I picked Mitchell up, the mud mooshing under my feet sent me tumbling...straight down with son in tight grasps. I heard a "pop" and knew I had broken my knee right in two. Panic hit and Mitchell sensed my stress. As he kept asking me, "Mommy, you otay?" I pondred how the heck a helicopter was going to enter this place to lifeline me out. I found the stroller, put Mitchell in it and made sure I had my car keys. The adrenaline kicking in...not the brain...I finally remembered I had my cell phone. Still remembering that I didn't want anyone to know where paradise was, I refrained from asking anyone to come get me. I instead notified the church I attend up the street that if they didn't see me in 30 minutes to send help to the nearby woods. ANYWAY...to make this long story even longer, I could not go back up the dropoff so I took another route out of the woods...all beit longer, under a tree this time, by the river and then winding up at the same long hill to climb to get out.
As I managed to drag my leg and push my son I never lost sight of what was important for the day ...so I continued looking for mushrooms all the way out. I even managed to stop a few times to push the maypoles aside for a closer look.
The golden statues were never found last year, but I look forward to reliving and creating even more memories this year in the land of plenty.
Courtesy of - Hoosier bornEarl wins again - The Battle of Mushroom Hunting
My family introduced me to mushroom hunting when I was 6 years old. Today as a seasoned veteran at age 50, in the battle of the mushroom hunting wars I know exactly where to go and what time to start hunting.
Over the years I grew up to an adult male, taught my cousins how to hunt, and my nephew and niece. Today on the family farm it is a contest to see who out of us can get the most mushrooms. It has become a game where we each take soda bottles with us, write our names on the bottle, saying we were here at a certain location, adding little notes to tease the others. 2002 was a great year for me; I left 18 mountain dew bottles with notes. One cousin left one note, my brother left nothing and my nephews were plain shut out. I went 14 days straight, 7 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon. Picked an average of 300 mushrooms a day. Almost all yellows, leaving only stumps and empty bottles for those who followed my footsteps. One bottle did have a note (damn that cousin Earl beat us to our mushrooms again).
It just shows that the early bird does get the mushrooms! My best day was walking into a little wooded area with a small creek running through the area, my first steps from a fallen cottonwood over the creek, I saw the first big yellow, and another, and another. In all, in one hour I picked 670 mushrooms, ran out of bags, took my shirt off, tied the sleeves together and filled it up with yellow morels. Now that is a great day. All of them were from 4 to 8 inches tall. Mushroom heaven can not be better. That night when I went to sleep, all I could see were those mushrooms around that cottonwood tree. Just calling me to pick them. Alas for my relatives whom I again beat to those wonderful spots, there is this message, maybe next year you can beat the old fox to the woods, until then, eat your hearts out for I have won again.
Courtesy of in IllinoisA Mushroom Story
This is a very well written short story that was sent to The Great Morel by a gentleman named Scott. Its a good piece of writing, yet because of the length of this story I have saved it as a rich text file that you can read by clicking here. Take your time and enjoy it.
Courtesy ofMemories and Family
Another story sent in by a gentleman name Tim from New Harmony, Indiana. Its a story reflecting on the memories of family get togethers and morel hunts. Again because of the length of this story I have saved it as a rich text file that you can read by clicking here. Enjoy...
Courtesy of , New Harmony IndianaA Heartwarming Story of Hope....
Six weeks ago after many trouble filled years, my husband decided it was it was time to go to rehab to kick an alcohol addiction. Thankfully it was a great program and he seems to have accepted the fact that those days are over. He attends AA meetings at least 5 times a week, two of them being at the rehab facility he stayed at. Well, this evening when he came home from one of the meetings at the rehab, he had something hidden under his shirt with a huge smile on his face. 
In the past this would have been trouble, but when he said to me "You are not going to believe what I have to show you" I was a little nervous but curious. He emptied his shirt into the sink and there were to my astonished eyes at least 15 large cream colored morels! I was screaming as finding morels has been a springtime obsession of ours for years.
We live near woodlands and wetlands and have found mushrooms in the nearby metroparks, county parks and our own wooded neighborhood. My weekend plans included a trip to a nearby area where I hoped we would at least find a few to keep the spark alive. Well, more than a life change can happen at rehab! Apparently my husband was outside in the picnic area of the facility when a guy walked by him mumbling that there were mushrooms out there (pointing to the wooded area) and that he had picked some and put them in his room. Well my husband having been an inmate not that long ago knew that delusions were part of the process thought "yeah right, this guy is hallucinating" but decided just to take a look anyway. Well there they were, smiling up at him as if to say, "See what good things can happen when you are paying attention?" He picked as many as he could before his meeting, put them in his car and could hardly contain his excitement while sitting there not really wanting to share the info but bursting to tell someone.
He has another meeting on Sunday and if the mumbling guy hasn't told too many people, maybe we will have another unexpected windfall. One day, one morel at a time!
Courtesy of "Hope"A Mushroom News Article
A online-news paper article which was written by Melanie Csepiga, a freelance writer associated with The Northwest Indiana Times. It is a story she wrote on Morels for the paper's Food feature page. Very well written and thanks Melanie and NWI Times for allowing The Great Morel to share it with others. Click here.
Courtesy ofTeach your kids to hunt...
Isn't it great that mushroom seasons here again. After many tries I finally talked my daughter into going with me. It was her first hunt. I took her to my usual honey hole and showed her how to spot her first one. The rest was up to her, a bakers dozen on her first trip. Not bad. Even though I have only found a couple of pounds so far this year, I can guarantee that these she proudly displays are absolutely the best shrooms I have ever seen.
This was great quality time we spent together. Tell everyone out there... "Teach your kids to hunt. You will be so happy you did."
Courtesy of Rodeo - Stanwood, IAA note from The Great Morel: do teach your kids to hunt! It is time you both will cherish forever!
Cultivating fortune...
Hey TGM, Just wanted to add an interesting story to your batch. I am from NW Vermont and my wife and I stumbled on a small patch of morels a few years ago while walking on a fairly high traffic trail. I knew right away what they were, but my wife took some convincing. After harvesting the 'shrooms and confirming their 'edibility' on the web, we had a nice and simple shroom omelet to accent the flavor.
The following year, I eagerly awaited the first week (or so) in May to look again for the fungus. Lo and behold....Nothing! Not a peep from the patch. I was disheartened and thought there might have been foul play, etc. So I waited and checked even more diligently the following year.
Eureka!! Another nice, little crop. Following the advice of another web page, I harvested these, put them in a mesh bag to distribute spores, and carted them home. I soaked them for a little bit in water to clean them and then set them out to dry slightly before cooking. In a moment of irrational inspiration, I dumped the soaking water behind the house in a flower bed.
Last year, I once again diligently checked the spot for treasure. Nothing! Coming home from the last trip to the spot, I decided that maybe these 'shrooms produced every other year. I pulled in the driveway and was greeted by my wife. She wanted to show me something in the yard. Spring comes so late here, she is always showing me when new flowers, etc. come up in the yard. I obediently followed her around to a flower bed where I scanned for a new plant....and wouldn't you know it......two morels had popped up! Not exactly where I had dumped the water the year before, but within a few feet. I couldn't believe it. Long story short, yesterday, after getting home from a weekend away, there are again two smaller morels in the flower bed and none in the original spot. I don't know if the original has run out of steam or if it was covered by dirt from plowing, but I'm thinking it may be done. Luckily, we seemed to have propagated a few of our own! All I can tell you about the spot is that it faces SE, it gets sun in the later morning and the soil is fairly sandy.
Just thought you might like what I think is an amusing fungus story. Now if I could just get my 'shrooms to sprout more than two!
Courtesy of - NW VermontForgot the goods...
After finding around 25 morels on a Friday evening, my Dad asked me to bring some out for the Sunday barbecue (mom and dad live about an hour away). Half way there I realize that I have forgotten the ever so needed morels for the steaks that will be grilled for dinner. After arriving at my parents home (and witnessing the complete disgust on my dad's face), I stated that my mother and I would just drive around and find some morels.
Easier said than done, of course and my dad was sure that there would be no morels for his porterhouse steak. However, after about a 30 minute escapade and no morels, I forced my mom to stop at the corner of a country road that looked perfect for morel growing. There I spotted about 25 morels. To top it off, they were much bigger than the 25 I had already found. I brought the bag of morels inside the house, laid them on the counter, and went to speak to my dad. I stated that we had found some, but didn't know if there were enough or if they were big enough for our feast.
The rest is history...
Courtesy ofBlown Secrets...
Love your site; here's a story for your consideration (names changed to protect the innocent---more importantly, our land):It was Spring of 2003 and my brothers and I were taking part in what turned out to be the inaugural weekend of an annual trail ride at our hunting lease in Wild, Wonderful, West Virginia. Now I've never been much for hunting mushrooms and quite frankly, until this time, wouldn't dare eat any kind of fungus that couldn't otherwise be purchased at the local Kroger store! But this trip not only turned me into a morel lover, but also a morel hunter.
Me, my brother Bob, and his son Bob Jr. went on a long ATV/MX ride in the hills, while our avid mushroom-hunting brother Frank went hunting morels on the same farm. After a while, we returned to camp and found Frank having a cold brew, with a big smile on his face. He said, "guys, I'm going to show you something, for your benefit, but only once and then I want you to forget WHERE I found it." Bob, Jr. and me looked at each other in a quizzical way, as we thought Frank had gone totally off his rocker. So we went traipsing through a field, some short brush, and into the woods. Frank stopped for no apparent reason, and said "look". We all looked down toward Frank's gesture and saw what appeared to be a woman's sex toy with a "French" cover on it, sticking straight up out of the ground. "What the heck.....????"
Frank informed us that this was the great, elusive morel that's aggressively hunted in the Springtime. After a comment or two about what this particular 'shroom looked like, Frank showed us how to get a precise measurement using the most state-of-the-art measuring device: his Budweiser can! Then Frank laid down the law, not only reminding us to "forget where you are", but of the main rule when it comes to morels: don't ever tell anyone where you found them.
So off I go on my ATV, fully armed with my recently-acquired knowledge, a pocket knife, and a lettuce colander. It wasn't long before I got off my bike and started my first real 'shroom hunt. And it didn't take me long before I found my first: this bugger was probably 7 inches tall. Before I knew it, I was in a patch that kept me busy at harvest for quite some time. I didn't know it at the time, but I later learned (from Frank) that I had happened upon a once-in-a-lifetime "mess"!
By the time I was back on my ATV, headed for camp, my colander was overflowing. As I got closer into Frank's view, all I could see were his eyeballs, which were about the size of 50-cent pieces. He couldn't believe what I had placed before his eyes. Neither could Bob and Jr, once Frank explained the magnitude of my find. Wouldn't you imagine that within five minutes of my return, Frank asked: "Where'd you find 'em"? What? Didn't you just tell me the first rule is......."Never mind that; where'd you find 'em?" Well, I took a few things into consideration before I gave in:
1) Frank was good enough to show me, Bob, and Jr what this thing looked like.2) Frank was good enough to show me his secret spot.
3) Frank's more of a 'shroom hunter than I am
and last, but not least...
...I was out of beer!
Courtesy of RichCorrupt Morels in Finland...
I've been visiting your site for some time now, it's great. Thanks! Hope you'll tolerate a European here. This is not much of a story, but I thought Finnish habits might make you smile.
Here in Finland (that's Scandinavia) people just don't eat the real thing. You can find plenty of morels even in our suburb not to mention the forests all around. Just the other day I showed a neighbour what she had on her lawn and right opposite her front door. Tried to describe the taste, too. Had an illustrated book with me to prove they're edible and persuade her to try them.
No reaction. And she's not the first one I've tried to convert.
But what they do love here is a nice false morel. We've got every store and market full of those, believe me they're not cheap and still hugely popular. The restaurants serve only this brain-like poisonous variety, never the great morel. And you can't get any morel recipes anywhere.
Though I've never had any problems after eating false morels either (note they've always been professionally prepared!) I've got to say there's not much taste left in a mushroom after you've boiled it three or four times to remove the poison. But maybe people here simply enjoy the ritual? Opening all the windows, trying not to breathe in...
I just don't get it. Good to know some people somewhere at least appreciate the great mushroom.
Courtesy of Varvara Protassova in Finland
