The warmer weather has got me thinking about foraging for wild mushrooms. It’s only a matter of weeks until the morels make an appearance in Southern Ontario. I should say elusive morels because last year I was spectacularly unsuccessful in my quest for morels for dinner. I found lots of oysters, more than my share of chanterelles, plenty of hedgehogs (both kinds). I found boletes of various varieties, buckets of lobsters, some tasty milk caps and even a cauliflower. But morels? I only found one, and it wasn’t for lack of trying.
This year, I hope to do better on the morel front. It kind of reminds me of the time I started fly fishing on Silver Creek in Central Idaho. I thought I’d never catch one of those trout. Then slowly over two or three trips I started to get the hang of it.
Salvelinas tells me they’re finding morels now in southern Pennsylvania. As the season progresses, they’ll make an appearance further and further north. I wonder if there is any kind of measurable co-relation between the emergence of the Hendrickson mayfly, Ephemerella subvaria, and the fruiting of morels? It seems that hear in the east, they appear at approximately the same time. My notes over time may shed some light on this.