Wow, it's been a while. This
is the first time I've done anything since January 19th. I suppose it's
partially due to moving into a new house and other obligations, but
it's been driving me nuts not being able to do anything on here. Oh
yeah, it would also help if we actually had some interesting weather
around here to do something with. This year's storm season has been
unbelievably inactive around here. It's May 5th and I haven't chased
ONCE. Not even a lightning outing. I suppose there is always next year.
Anyway, on to the elusive
morel mushroom. I do one account every year since it's one of my
favorite things to do. It's the thrill of the hunt for me. Well, it has
to be for me to enjoy it. I can't eat them since I get incredibly sick
every time I do. Anyone who has ever hunted them knows the feeling of
finding the first one of the season. So, on with the hunt...
First one of the season. This
was found at Dorrance Park, in Port Byron, IL. I usually hit up that
place first every year since I know where all of my spots are. I have
noticed in the last few years that it has been producing less and less.
I hope that's not true, but the trees I've been checking are all but
dried up for morels. Anyway, I had to grab a pic of the first one of
the season. Meghan also went with me and found her first one...ever! I
was pretty happy for her. In fact, I was about to give up on the tree
where she found hers. We ended up finding quite a few after that. Way
to go Meg!
This is another day. The actual day escapes me, but really, who cares?
I just combined three or four days here really quick. This little guy
was hiding under a leaf under a monster dead elm. Last year I found
about 80-90 under this one tree, and it was just starting to produce
when I found this one. It was the ONLY one I found this day though.
This is always a great sign.
Now we (my brother Josh and I) are in Clarence, Iowa, on some private
land. I know someone who owns quite a few acres on a beautiful piece of
land. Many thanks to him!! This was within five mintues of being there.
There is a very large elm at the top of the first hill which gave up
quite a few last year too. I think we counted 47 under this one
tree....all going unpicked. They were just a tad too small for
picking. Next weekend should be rather fun. I believe in this one batch
I counted 17 (not all pictured).
Same batch, just with the camera itself on the ground.
Same tree, different batch. All part of the 47. Nice little find!
A crossbreed, mix between a gray and a yellow. This one was actually
surprisingly sharp at full size. I would actually go out on a limb and
say this is one of the sharpestt images I have ever taken with the
Rebel.
Had to get it with the sun
behind.
Gray in color, characteristics of a yellow. You decide. This side of
the hill was baking in the sun and was by far our most productive (west
facing).
This is the view as you first drive down to the field. It opens up and
this large, lush meadow appears from the opening in the trees. Not
pictured is a winding stream which cuts its way through the middle of
the picture. This shot does not do it justice at all. This is
definitely a "must see in person" type of thing.
Back up to the very top of the hill, overlooking the picture before
this one. Thanks again Tom for letting us hunt your land!!
Soooooooooo....................yep, sorry this is all I've had in four
months. I'm trying!!! Working long hours and the lack of scenery around
here really puts a cap on opportunities.