Morels

Growing up, my parents would take us kids to the forests to pick up wild mushrooms. Little, I didn't always enjoy it as it was sometimes cold and rainy out on these excursions, though I always enjoyed the hunt. My parents enjoyed it and "trained" me well. My dad gave me my own fishing basket to store these finds, I was so proud and couldn't wait to fill it up as to say: "Look at me, I can do it too". I wanted to make my parents and more so my dad proud. In many ways, I did. Not to brag though like my sister just reminded me, I certainly was good. I was rumored to have the sight. I would often find the one when no one could. I enjoyed it. Still to this day, I enjoy mushrooms hunting. My friend and I went about it at several instances. Last year, I found chanterelles, this spring I found morels.