This was the craziest year of shrooming, that I believe I've ever seen?
I went south, found them fresh. Then a week later, went 80-100 miles straight north, and found them dried up. The exercise is good, right?
I don't mean to make light of my great uncle John. He was a good man, and I miss him and his lighthearted humor. Since he passed and I can't hunt on his farm? My mushroom allowance has gone down about 10-15 pounds a year.
Are you finding any yet?