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ThunderLund78

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... of world's WORST Mushroom hunter...

But I did fid this guy... Actually I found 3 but only picked this one.  Hopefully I'll find some time to check back at the same spot later this week. I think it's a little early where I hunt. A few warm days this week after all this rain and they should be poppin'! (Yeah, yeah... I know you should use a porous mesh bag, but I didn't have any handy)

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Every year I forget how good these are, three hours of wandering aimlessly was definitely worth it, even for just one tasty morsel.

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For those of you who have never hunted them - can you find the mushroom in this pic?

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I've said so many times I'm going to hunt for those tasty shrooms, but never went.  It is a good find for sure and nobody will tell you the spot and I don't blame them.  good luck.

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4 minutes ago, RebelSS said:

No! Where is it??!

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Easy to say "yeah well the camera is zoomed-out."  But this is your vantage point when searching.  It's almost like "glassing" a hillside when hunting.  You choose one small area in-front of you and scan it thoroughly before moving to the next.  Almost stepped on this guy before I spotted him.

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47 minutes ago, Boar said:

awsome! wish I was close to mushroom grounds

Maybe you are and just don't realize it. I could be too but have no idea where I'd start looking. 

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Well cripes....!!!!  I'd have to get me one of those truffle-sniffin' pigs! :crazy:

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nwa impretty sure im not, ive done a little research and i have to travel some not far but some.

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I think I might hit the area off a well known bike path in Rochester, not mentioned to avoid upsetting delicate sensibilities but it is near a large mansion paid for by the pre medicare patients who needed treatment.  :D

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sure.  but folks were irritated about me posting Rochester Geography....  

All those woods look like mushroom central to me. 

and a wink to the ACA thread in sillytown.

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Tough. Post away, Del. Maybe they'll learn something. It is mroom central in there. Just haveta find 'em. I'd like to find just two. :crazy:

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Find em and then identify them.  I don't need any psychedelic trips or liver failures...

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With Morels it's pretty safe - no other 'shroom around here looks like them.  There are false morels that are poisonous, but I think they only exist in the southern US.  Also, even if we had them, it's easy to tell them apart.  True morels are hollow, falls ones are not.

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With my luck, it would be a new look-alike species. I'd end up running aroiund naked declaring "I am the white rabbit!!" 

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ill.take that trip.with ya!!!! :P:P and we ccan stop by and see alicce, i think she'll know, when logic.and proportion.. yu know th rest.

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naw thunder......... I think we'd have to wrestle for that title. that's way more then I ever found!!!!:P

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On 5/2/2016 at 7:43 PM, ThunderLund78 said:

With Morels it's pretty safe - no other 'shroom around here looks like them.  There are false morels that are poisonous, but I think they only exist in the southern US.  Also, even if we had them, it's easy to tell them apart.  True morels are hollow, falls ones are not.

Actually Found a TON of Verpas on Sunday.....they look too close for comfort until you cut them in half and see the cottony threads inside.  And well the cap is only connected on the very tip.  But still too close for comfort.

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