How to Hunt for Mushrooms.

Spring time in Indiana is a welcomed season.

It's loved for it's warm sunny days,

beautiful spring blossoms,

singing birds,

and

 mushroom season.

Every March hunter's of  morels

descend upon the woods.

Looking for this seasonal delicatessen.

I hunted them as a little girl,

but never ate them.

I haven't decided if I like them or not,

So, I don't hunt them now.

But my family does.

Then I have to cut them up,

throw em in some salt water,

let them soak for awhile,

and finally fry them up.

Or rather have my mother in law

do it.  She's an awesome cook.

Now, even though I don't eat them.

 I do appreciate them.

Mushroom season is short,

 and people around here just can't seem

to get enough of them. 

That's why when I came upon

this scene today I was horrified.

My sweet, innocent, unassuming boy

mutilating these mushrooms!





Now this is where I should tell you that

He had found them in the neighbors yard.

5 of them! They. Were.  Huge!

Something menfolk around here

would have been talking

about for mushroom seasons to come.

I'm not sure if I was more mortified that

he'd taken them from the neighbors yard,

or if it was the way he was

mangling one in his hand and 

tossed it carelessly through 

the fence to the elk and deer. 

It's the second time this year

he's found mushrooms there.

Last week he found 2 or 3.

I gave him a firm warning then.

But judging from his repeat performance

I should have followed it up with the stink eye.

Dad if you're reading this please

stop crying.  He's young.  There's still hope for him.

My son is a mushroom thief.  And a mushroom mangler.

I wonder what kind of time he'd do if convicted?