Mushrooming to bring on the bomb

In the spring, we find morels at the southeast corner of the woods, so I've never bothered to hunt for them elsewhere, because there are only two of us and the patch in our woods does just fine.

In the fall, however, I only find one or two chanterelles in our woods and an occasional chicken of the woods, so I drive up the coast range to a couple of spots that I can usually find a couple of pounds of chanterelles in an hour or so.

Today the gate to the park I like to hunt at was closed and the prime chanterelle ground was six or seven miles from where I parked, but I gave it a shot anyway, scoping the east facing slopes close to the parking area.

Found a little less than a pound and a half in 30 minutes.

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I usually look for salal and Oregon Grape, although I do occasionally find them in fern stands and ground cover, although that is not my preferred location. Why bother scrambling through the brush when you can find a meal ten or fifteen feet either side of a deer or elk path? I usually avoid human paths because I assume that other people have probably already been by, particularly late in the day, although I have found huge flushes within a foot of an ATV or motocross print.

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The clump on the right is a single chanterelle. The one on the left is also a single chanterelle. We haven't had a lot rain recently, so all the mushrooms I found today were dense, dry, fragrant, and relatively pest free.





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