Hunting Morels
It’s a cool, rainy day. We are in the wilderness, hiking through bushes and trees, noses down, eyes scanning the forest floor, hunting. In my pocket is a knife, a net bag and hopefully, my car keys. It’s not big game we are after, it’s mushrooms; specifically, the shy, elusive and delicious morel. For two and a half hours we search, finding nothing but prickly ash, berry briars, ticks and poisonous fungus. Read more ›