I learned of mushroom hunting when we moved to Saint Joseph
seven years ago. I was blown away at the
time of the idea of people walking through the woods searching for
mushrooms. I would joke that if I ever
went hunting for mushrooms I would wear camouflage so the mushroom does not see
me! Because morel mushroom hunting is
such a thing to do in Northwest Missouri, I had to add it to my bucket list…9.
Go Mushroom Hunting
1. Start a blog
2. Go to the Presidential Inauguration / visit DC
5. Eating a raw oyster
6. Ride a mechanical bull
7. Cook a traditional Thanksgiving dinner by myself
8. Shoot a gun/target shooting
9. Go Mushroom hunting
10. Learn to sew / make something I can wear
12. Drive 100 mph on the German Autobahn (NEW)
13. Learn to play craps
14. Eat at Oklahoma Joe's BBQ
17. Learn to make a pie from scratch
18. Make Grandma's kolache cookies correctly
20. Drink a beer the size of my head at Hofbrauhaus Munich (NEW)
21. Do at least one pull-up
23. Take a train ride/ weekend trip to Herman, Mo.
25. Run a 8 min/mile 5K
26. Take ballet class from the KC Ballet
28. Visit the castle that inspired Walt Disney (NEW)
30. See the Eiffel Tour sparkle (NEW)
My office mate, Jeff, talks a big game but really just talks
a lot! The last few years he mentioned
that he & his buddy, John (my former boss) go mushroom hunting in South St.
Joe. It was perfect since I needed to
find someone to take me hunting. I
begged them both to let me tag along to experience “true St. Joe mushroom
hunting”.
Morel season is very unpredictable. Missouri weather is the main cause for not
really knowing when the best to hunt will be.
Everyone around here has an explanation for the perfect time to find
mushrooms. I heard from multiple people that
you need one last frost and then an extreme increase in temperature for the
shrooms’ to sprout. This year is snowed
in May and then warmed up the next few days.
It seemed like perfect weather to go picking!
The three of us took off early from work and headed for the
woods! I made sure to wear long sleeves
and long pants so I didn’t run into any poison ivy. We drove out to John’s dad’s house south of
town. If I were to imagine a place to
hunt mushrooms, this would be it. The
property had lots of trees and brush and hills.
We split up and walked up and down the property. The area was very beautiful and quite. I enjoyed walking through the woods and
listening to nature. As a former girl
scout, I do enjoy being outdoors. The
one-thing that freaks me out is snakes.
I was reassured that it was too early for snakes, though I am sure they
were lying.
Finally after about 30 minutes or more of searching John
found mushrooms. We all moved by him
because as they say, “when you see one you will see a ton”. I would like to report that “they” are
wrong. John found a few and I found
ONE! Just one little guy all by himself. I had said that all I wanted was to find one
just for the experience. I fulfilled
that wish!
We kept searching but
couldn’t find anymore. I was ok was not
finding any more since it was really warm out and I was wearing long sleeves. I was also tired from walking through the
hilly woods. I also drank 3 beers, which
went straight to my head now that I am a lightweight. I would not recommend drinking and hunting of
any type. I now understand why some many
people hurt themselves hunting. Beer
makes you unsteady and hunting grounds are rarely flat. The walk through the woods did provide
interesting conversation how crazy ways we could get hurt, especially if
drunk.
John was nice and offered me some of the mushrooms he
found. In the end I went home with about
10 mushrooms. I had a lot of fun and am
happy I got to experience the hunt with the guys. I had to admit it but they are fun and
entertaining to hang with. I am not sure
if they would ever take me again but I am would be willing to venture out again
next year.
I was really excited to finish my blog by telling everyone
how delicious my mushrooms were.
Unfortunately my mushrooms went bad.
The person responsible will remain nameless….so I definitely need to go
back out next year to find more so I can actually eat what I hunt.
Until next time....(which should be sooner than later)
XOXO,
Abby