By far the tastiest little morsel of edible mushroom you can lay your hands on, it commands a huge following of gatherers and an even larger enterprise in the gourmet food market. For me though, it is just another of the free and simple pleasure that I have come to rely upon. In the spring my internal clock is calibrated upon temperature. Just fishermen rely upon temperature to make the trout available, so too morel hunters must watch the thermometer closely. A good thing as I'm starting to have visions of food and drink.
Hunger can be a good thing.
It drives you. As I approach, I hear a car door closing up on the road. Some days I need to embrace the woods alone and today is one of those days. I wait for fifteen minutes before stepping back onto the trail. They have gone the other way, up the hill trail and my presence passes unnoticed.