Every year we search for the elusive whopper morel. One year shortly after we moved to our new home, my nephew saw a "huge moldy thing." So he kicked it. I felt as if time had stopped and he was in fast forward. I hollered "stop" but it was too late. He had kicked and proceeded to stomp a whopper morel-12" tall. We have never seen one that size since and he still says, "remember that mushroom?" and I still say, with a crocodile tear in my eye, "yes, and (sniffle or two) it would have been so tasty too!" He lives in Broken Arrow, OK now. Maybe I will be able to taunt him with a picture or two of some morels this year!
Leigh Costello
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