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By: PenPower | April 27, 2016

       Leave your camo, turkey calls and rifles at home. All you need is a bag, boots and a long stick. It’s morel hunting season; mushrooms, wild gold, popping up their little phallic heads in our woodlands, creek bottoms, fields and even our yards. Yes, those three beauties in the picture were found under my equally beautiful lilac bush in front of my house.

     I’m not sure what it is about these elusive delicious fungi that brings out the crazy in some folks but they take this particular hunting season very seriously. These fearless foragers would kill (ok maybe not a human, but snakes, spiders, and stinging flying insects—not to mention wade through poison ivy and oak) to scout prime growing locations. Once found, under NO circumstanc...

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