Is it a hallmark of obsession that one counts the minutes, hours, or days until the season begins? If so, consider me guilty. The mid-May quieting of the woods (at least so far as morel hunting is concerned) invoked the ritual countdown to the 2018 season, and this weekend finds us on the fulcrum of a season past and future. April 15--give or take...183 days until I become one with the woods. I am halfway there, half-wild, and the countdown continues.