Mushroom picking is tedious tedious work. You walk slow, crouch so close to the ground, and squint your eyes so hard you see double and feel lightheaded. Never go after a meal. I had the pleasure of hunting before and after lunch and I must say, the discomfort increases with food swimming around in your tummy.
Unfortunately, I think we started out too late in the day. All the animals must have foraged and had their fill. We found a few mushrooms half eaten... But all the mushroom/fungi we found, we put in separate ziplock bags and then placed them in an insulated lunch bag filled with ice. When we got home, J took out the his mushroom/fungi encyclopedia we got from the library and tried to identify them (to not much success). And then the J-man wrapped our specimens in aluminium foil to take 'spore prints' -- collecting the spores.
The J-man tried to proclaim a few of them edible, "Hey! This one smells just like a mushroom!"
err... NO??!!!
I had equally protested vehemently. This is one hobby that can go horribly horribly wrong.
But I can't wait for spring to get here! The weather has been too cold for anything good to sprout. We need more sunshine and warmth! And some more dried deer/cow poop.
Yay!
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