I usually hunt in Illinois, where I'm from originally, but it's getting so you can't can't swing a stick without hitting another morel hunter. Took a drive down Telegraph to Fenton to see what's there, and stopped in a public fishing access area (Flamm City???). Out in the woods for about two hours. Only found five true morels - enough for a small bite, BUT for the first time in my life, I found reds. Huge ones, too - each about as big as my two fists together. About 8 of them. I've never eaten them and at this stage in my life, I'm not about to try, but I picked 'em anyway and gave them to some morel hunters I passed on my way back to the car.
The reds were very fresh, but the morels were starting to dry out at the tips already.
The reds were very fresh, but the morels were starting to dry out at the tips already.
