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Comments on: First Time Hunting Yellow Morels in the Missouri Ozarks https://mushroomtroubadour.com/first-time-hunting-yellow-morels-in-the-missouri-ozarks/ Welcome! I’m Josh Vogeler, a wandering folk musician and mushroom enthusiast. This blog is about exploring small towns and natural areas around North America. Content will include camping, foraging, festivals, and lots and lots of Fungi!!! Tue, 11 May 2021 19:06:28 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 By: Josh Vogeler https://mushroomtroubadour.com/first-time-hunting-yellow-morels-in-the-missouri-ozarks/#comment-9 Tue, 11 May 2021 19:06:28 +0000 https://mushroomtroubadour.com/?p=3882#comment-9 In reply to Marshall Bloom.

ha! Great story. All so often I am led in by something that catches my eye and isn’t a Morel. Only to refocus and see the Morchella hidden in plain sight.

]]> By: Marshall Bloom https://mushroomtroubadour.com/first-time-hunting-yellow-morels-in-the-missouri-ozarks/#comment-8 Sun, 25 Apr 2021 09:53:20 +0000 https://mushroomtroubadour.com/?p=3882#comment-8 I live in Florida where morels are rare if not completely nonexistent. Oddly enough, on 4/19 I was driving through Missouri on my way to Iowa when I stopped in Mark Twain Lake SP west of Hannibal to see if morel season had truly started. After a half hour of stomping around the forest unsuccessfully, I gave up and was nearly back at my truck parked near a picnic shelter when I saw something on the grass that looked like a tan lump. I walked over to the open lawn area near a playground that was obviously mowed on occasions, but the lump was a balled clump of grass that had turned brown. “That’s not a morel,” I said to my disappointed self, and looked around, “But THAT is! And so are those!”
I had discovered a patch of about 15-20 that were in prime condition and visible from a passing car window if someone knew what they were seeing. It was a delicious score for dinner.

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