
One experience I can relate...A couple of years back, while still living in Minnesota, I received a frantic call from my next door neighbor. He was visiting his parents in Sleepy Eye (yes for you "Little House on the Prairie" fans, there really IS a town of Sleepy Eye MN) and they had discovered the "mother" of all morel finds...did I want to come out and enjoy the fun. Well hell yeah I did. A quick phone call to my employer ("cough-cough sorry boss, I can't even get out of bed") and I was on my way to the river bottoms of the Minnesota River. What I found when I got there still amazes me to this day...pulling into my neighbors parents driveway I was greeted by the sight of somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 BUSHELS of Morels drying on homemade racks. My knees went weak. To cut to the chase, six of us spent the next five hours...with mud up to our knees, wood ticks in our hair and onion sacks in our hands rooting through the river bottom. I can't recall exactly how many more bushels we harvested that day but my personal reward for the afternoon was was six full paper grocery bags of morels. My neighbors father, who had been hunting morels in this area for over 50 years claims to have never seen anything close to this kind of harvest. I would speculate that not many people have.
So there you have it...Morels...one of my "secret ingredients" to welcoming the new season. Anyone else out there like to hunt mushrooms ? Anyone else have a different "rite" of spring that helps shake of those winter doldrums ?