My Perfect Storm
Bringing Along the Baby Bull
I conscripted my 4 year old nephew to join in on the hunt.
He was a precocious child, happy...
A very loud kid, loudest child I ever met.
Not the type of kid to take fishing but perfect for mushroom hunting.
Ah, but Morels have no ears and can't run away
We dressed up in our finest forest attire.
Long sleeve shirts, long pants, waterproof mud-stompering boots.
Grabbed two mushroom hunting bags and we're off to Walnut woods.