I HATE looking for golf balls.
I hate it so much that I have made it policy to offer people in my group a free drop AND one of my golf balls just so we can keep things moving. (local rules)
“Please. I insist. I really should have kept a bead on it. If I had, you wouldn’t have lost your ball, so it’s really my fault anyway. If you were playing on tour the entire gallery would be pointing to it somewhere here in the rough.”
This weekend I stumbled into something that has changed my thoughts about roaming around the woods staring downward. While hiking at the Mountain I nearly tripped over a couple Morels. We were probably 200 yards from the Monument golf course. It wouldn't be out of the question to see golf balls here, but here were a couple proud little mushrooms right out in the open.
They were staring up at me saying,
“Please take one. Your first fix is free.”
I'm new to this, so I just plucked the heads. I thought leaving the stems might lead to more shrooms later...rookie.
Per pound these little puppies are more valuable than finding mint Pro-V’s...and a lot tastier too.
Now I’m hooked. The rest of the hike I was constantly scanning the forest floor looking for more of the ugly little things. It’s a good thing Morel season is short. Hiking won’t be the same till it’s over and it will be embarrassing when people offer to buy me Shitakes just so we can get done before nightfall.
-JJ
