‘shroom ping!..........................
My. Brother was a biologist who worked with mushrooms. Only had to go hospital twice!
I am very sad that I didn’t find any morels on my property this past Spring. I wish I had a reliable stash, but I guess there are a lot of factors that go into them popping up.
“...next to a brown mushroom as big as a New York rat.”
Well, THAT will certainly make people want to eat more mushrooms, LOL! (Not!)
My dad use to forge for mushrooms back in the day. Me, I once saw an episode of Midsomers Murders where the guy ate “killer angel” mushrooms. The guy was in hospital waiting for a liver transplant and in excruciating pain. Think I’ll buy mine in the store.
Another Fungi ping!
“The fungus here, reminds me of, the fun Gus is having with you.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pt1i6oZXW2o
Mushroom says "Why not? I'm a fun guy."
Whenever I want to go blind, suffer liver failure and die in agony, I go mushroom foraging.
My Grandpa was a Fungi Forager.
He grew up near Kiev on his parent’s farm until the Bolshevik Revolution.
The Bolshevik’s came on to their farm, took their crops and livestock, including my Grandpa’s white stallion, which 50 years later still pissed him off! (Somehow his first job off the farm was in the American Army during WWI?)
I remember as kid having a great time going with him to look for rooms and fights with my mom cuz she would never let me eat them!!!
I remember hippies out in the cow pasture looking for psilocybin ‘shrooms.
“Puffballs are known for growing to preposterous sizes.”
Spaceballs are known for travelling at ludicrous speeds
Was able to definitely identify it only after I got home and performed some tests. (It strongly resembles / is superficially almost impossible to distinguish from Agaricus arvensis, commonly known as the Horse Mushroom.)
Regards,
This thread may need your attention.
I’m red/green colorblind. The deficit extends to color blends so that teal can look purple for me. A foraging activity where fine shades of color can be the difference between life and death are not my best activity.
I love mushrooms though.
Mushroom picking was the only kind of hunting my dad took me on. He knew what he was picking - I never learned properly and would not eat anything I picked today. Fresh picked mushies are a treat that I miss.