I’m usually like a 6 year old on Christmas Eve. I go out WAY too early and drive myself into the ground.Well the elms are seeding and spring is coming. Time to throw up something and see who is still with us after another winter. Time to start stomping some timber to build some hills legs back and find some good spots. Time to start watching who got precip and how much. Time to start watching ground temps and boards to see if a road trip south would be fruitful. Time to spray all the gear, last I saw there are 12 different tick born diseases present in Mo. and its neighbors accounted for. Time to Hunt is just around the corner. Happy morel season all.
This early around here I just go out knowing I will find nothing and walk the timber. Find good elms while working on my legs for some long days of walking and enjoying nature. I like this weather pattern for much of the Quad State rectangle. "MO, NB, Iowa, and Kansas". A person can literally pick mushrooms in 4 states on one day from my home base fairly easily. There is a challenge for some of you folks this year to shoot for. I think this year is setting up as good one, cool and wet. Need a couple super soakers come the first part of April and its hotter sun rays.I’m usually like a 6 year old on Christmas Eve. I go out WAY too early and drive myself into the ground.
I’m doing better this year. The cold snap was probably a good thing. Seems like when they pop early, the season gets cut short by another frost/snow. Best seasons I’ve had is when they’re flushing very late April into May.
I’m usually like a 6 year old on Christmas Eve. I go out WAY too early and drive myself into the ground.
I’m doing better this year. The cold snap was probably a good thing. Seems like when they pop early, the season gets cut short by another frost/snow. Best seasons I’ve had is when they’re flushing very late April into May.
Man I spent a lot of years busting timber way to early with morel expectations, I have cut way back on the expectations part but still get out early like KB said, warm up the legs and tag trees.I’m usually like a 6 year old on Christmas Eve. I go out WAY too early and drive myself into the ground.
I’m doing better this year. The cold snap was probably a good thing. Seems like when they pop early, the season gets cut short by another frost/snow. Best seasons I’ve had is when they’re flushing very late April into May.
How was ‘13? Good year? I can’t recall.As for how this year is shaping up, all I can say is it looks a lot like 2013 revisited
2013 was epic from Texas to Minnesota and everywhere in between. There was a real progression of the flushes so you could literally hunt from south to north.How was ‘13? Good year? I can’t recall.
Isn't that the year shroommate dam near killed himself from heat stroke in those bottoms?And It stayed real mild into May so they lasted. That year I picked morels up near Sioux City in the bottoms. It was one of the years the bottoms went nuts after the federal gov. killed off the cottonwoods. Then 2 days later drove down to the Kansas/Oklahoma border and picked a car load in cedars. Over 300 mile separation. We could use more rain out of this system tonight but it looks pretty limited on who gets it.
It was the year. That was a very humid day. I was sweating buckets at 7 AM. and he was already there, in his full nylon gear. I think he ran out of water sometime in the afternoon. I was with there another picker and shroommate called us. He was cramping and had the dry heaves, overall crappy. Went back in and helped him get back to his car, with the shrooms of course. He is like many good hunters, they don't quite easy. He just pushed it a little to far. We all picked a few boxes of morels though. I still have a picture of a baby deer I ran across that day.Isn't that the year shroommate dam near killed himself from heat stroke in those bottoms?
He is a hunting machine with no off button for sure.It was the year. That was a very humid day. I was sweating buckets at 7 AM. and he was already there, in his full nylon gear. I think he ran out of water sometime in the afternoon. I was with there another picker and shroommate called us. He was cramping and had the dry heaves, overall crappy. Went back in and helped him get back to his car, with the shrooms of course. He is like many good hunters, they don't quite easy. He just pushed it a little to far. We all picked a few boxes of morels though. I still have a picture of a baby deer I ran across that day.