Went out yesterday--April 29th--with the Rodfather to look for morels. This is the sum of our efforts, one mushroom. My allergies nearly killed me. The Rodfather says it's still too early. Frequently he stooped and thrust his finger into the soil to check the moisture and the temperature. He can tell--within one or two degrees--the exact tempt of the earth. He said we're at 48, or 49 degrees. We need to reach 50, 51 to see the morels pop. Below, you'll see him doing his thing. It looks silly--especially the dandelion moo-moo he wore yesterday--but his methods are sound. Last year he collected over 1,000 morels.
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