On my recent trip on the Appalachian Trail I happened upon a morel mushroom. Where I grew up in the hills of southern Indiana it was a annual rite of spring for folks to hit the woods and find mushrooms. You have to know what you are doing and what to look for and I would caution anyone who isn't sure to take a pass. But for me when I found that mushroom I was immediately taken back to my boyhood when Dad and I would hike through the hills and look for them. Dad would pretend he could smell them and would tell me to look in certain areas where he had obviously seen them, but I hadn't. We would bring sacks home full of them and we would slice them and soak them overnight in salt water. The next day Mom would batter them like fish and pan fry them. Man they were good...so good my sister and I used to fight over them. When I moved to the mountains of Kentucky for college I heard of old-timers finding "dry land fish." When I inquired further I found that they were talking about morels. They do taste somewhat like fish. I got an e-mail from Dad this week that simply said, "The Mother Load" It had a picture attached. I opened the picture and this above is what I found. For those who are unaware, this is a HUGE morel.
Glad you are out hunting Dad.
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YUM!!
Thanks Son. I found 2 dead elm trees that I had not hunted before. I was a week late. About a dozen big ones were dried up. God willing I will be there earlier next year.
Dad
PS: what is this strange picture I received with you behind a roto-tiller?
After working for 5 years to get the back yard looking good we tilled up at 24x10 spot and planted a garden. Corn, beans, tomatos(5 varieties), peppers, cilantro (for salsa) brocholi, squash, pumpkins and watermelon.
We may get kicked out of the homeowners association. The only garden in the neighborhood.
Ah, self-sufficiency. Has a great ring to it. Much cheaper than grocery store prices.
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