Morel Mushroom Hunting Leads to Badger Encounter

Reader Contribution by Caleb Regan and Managing Editor
Published on April 21, 2009
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One of the things I live for is weekends when I can throw the fishing poles in the Blazer, load up my dog, and leave the city and work behind for a weekend to visit my family down south. As it turned out this last weekend, I wouldn’t need the fishing poles, but we did manage to get out into the woods and find some morel mushrooms.

Arriving at my mom’s – an hour and a half south of my home in Lawrence, Kansas – Saturday around noon, I knew the forecast called for rain. Also, it had been raining for a few days there, so I knew getting back into pastures where the ponds are was out of the question. Sitting on the couch watching baseball, someone suggested morel mushroom hunting.

Mom and I had talked in the days leading up to my visit about how it was morel season, so I think it was in the back of our minds all along.

As I’ve mentioned previously in blog posts, my mom – and all the people I know who hunt morels, really – is very protective of her spots. They’re hard to come by, so when you find a good one that produces every year, you’d like it to be a well-kept secret, like a favorite restaurant that has a certain pie on a certain day and you don’t want to tell your friends for fear they’ll start showing up and wiping out the supply.

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