The Rodfather and I went out for mushrooms this Sunday. We didn't find a thing, but a deer skull and a few turkey feathers. The Rodfather, hung-over and a bit confused, stooped down several times to test the soil temperature and moisture. He tasted the dirt. He says we're still a few weeks away from shrooms. My sources in Iowa and Kansas are reporting findings of small, golden morels. I'm going to go back in a few weeks. Meanwhile, we are hoping for some rain.