Yea the ones i found sycamores in bottoms magnets came from hills yesterday
Some of y'all was wondering where's the Dawg? Some of y'all was thinking he's done, the old baw can't hack it anymore......and some of y'all didn't give a rats ass if I ever showed up again to hijack this thread.....uhh, yeah I'm back!
I told the Shroom Posse before the shroom season kicked off I wasn't making a post until I had something worth posting....., I told the baws I've done run my yapper too much, we gotta find them shrooms and let the "Shroomin Ain't For Wussies" faithful know the Shroom Posse is still in the game!
The Posse kicks off the season 2-3 weeks ago, with cool and dry weather and with just enough rain in our stomping grounds to get my shroom interest perked up....we're finally off the porch. Over a 7-10 day stretch we hit a couple of our early spots and do ok, probably find 10-15 lbs between the bottoms and our early timber spot and then the rain stops and it's cool and dry so we're scrambling trying to figure out where to go. We're all trying to decide if we're loading up and heading south towards south central MO or do we hold back and hope the weather pattern shifts to a warmer and wetter pattern in and around the Platte CO and NW MO shroom stomping grounds.....well our patience pays off and we finally get the rain and somewhat warmer weather.....and the hunt is on. We hit the hills and do ok, no shroom worthy hauls but plenty of shrooms to eat and to share with family and friends.....then we get into the kinda shroomin every diehard shroom hound dreams about.....that type of shroomin that wakes you up at night from a shroom dream with heart palpitations and heavy breathing......the Mutha Lode, or damn close to it.
Quick side bar. Some of you may wonder what is a shroom worthy haul/Mutha Lode? For the Posse it's at least a 15lbs day. I know some privileged shroomers with private land and secret honey holes get 30lbs regularly but for most shroomers just getting 5-10lbs in a hunt is a really good day so if you're one of those privileged shroomers who have access to private land and honey holes just know you're in the minority because most of us scrubs are working our asses off on mostly public lands competing against the city hacks and shroom yuppies for every morchella we stumble across........back to the shroom saga.
This past Saturday we head north towards the IA line with the "pickle", the old green flat bottom river boat with a 50 HP Merc and two tanks of gas. The place we're launching at had been flooded pretty heavy the past 2-3 years so we hadn't been up that way to hunt shrooms. So we're heading down through the bottoms to launch and I'm seeing heavy equipment up ahead rebuilding the road to the ramp that was washed out from the flooding. Well, this was beginning to look like a situation where we may have a "failure to launch" scenario, the Posse was having doubts of getting to the ramp. I told the baws, pull up to the road blade operator and let's see what the hell is going on....the Dawg hasta get to the ramp. So I ask the blade operator if the ramp is closed and he says no, I said can you get us in, he gets on his radio and tells the dozer operator the Posse needs to launch the Pickle........dude dropped the blade and and made it happen....we fall in behind and away we go. We get to the ramp and I'll be damned if there ain't two river rats already pulled in ahead of us......I guess I wasn't so special after all, one already had their boat launched and the other rat was fishing on the ramp with his pickup tailgate down facing the river....he told us he would move.....I sure appreciate ya for moving your truck so we can use the ramp.....river rat.
We head down river and pull in to the first spot and we find a few shrooms but I'm seeing too many shroom stomping footprints.......the Posse decides we're hunting behind some other serious shroomers and it ain't looking good. We head south a few miles and try another stretch of the river and our fortunes take a dramatic change for the better. As we make our way through the bottoms and the timber we start finding nice scattered shrooms with a few clusters. Kirby is troubled because he thinks we're leaving shrooms behind and tell Kirby to relax and breath, we're doing a little shroom prospecting. I tell Kirby we're moving a little fast but MF'er knows what he's doing so just keep pace with'm........ and then the ol Dawg takes a few steps toward a bank and I lock up.......thar it is baws! Shroom Slope! Shroom Holler! Shroom Orgasm! I tell the Posse, I think I'm looking at Shroom Valley........and hear they come and we get to picking shrooms, just like that dream you have of shrooms spilling down a bank in front of you, there they are. When it's all said and done we probably get 5lbs off that slope. Tick Boy, MF'er, Kirby and myself were feeling quite elated and blessed to be kicking these shroom asses.....Tick Boy says let's not get greedy, probably time to head outta here....I was hesitant to agree but we decided to high tail it out and get home......remember, this is Mother's Day weekend and we're planning on another run tomorrow so we had to get our asses home so the women don't get pissed and shut down our shroom hunt tomorrow. Total haul.....bout 15lbs.
We head back up to the same general area on Sunday and are doing ok and then MF'er finds a Ash tree pattern that is crazy as hell....if that Ash tree was at least a 6 inch diameter trunk there was a decent chance there was shrooms around that tree......to keep it short, we were on a pattern that ended up giving us around 17lbs. So all in all the 2022 season has been pretty decent, I ain't gonna complain. I'll post some pics when I figure out how to use this MacBook Pro .....