Look close and you can see the white spores on the leaf litter. No doubt on this ID. |
I'm always happy to I bring a bag of blewits home but I was focused like a laser beam on the oaks. Every oak tree spotted, I scanned the foot looking for that telltale greyish ball of feathers. Grifola frondosa love oaks, especially old ones with dead spots or fallen wood nearby. They also like more open areas that get more sunlight. Sometimes you can find them in yards or well maintained parks but always under a dead/dying tree, usually oaks but sometimes maple.
I usually wander well off trail when mushrooming because the best mushrooms are sneaky ninjas. This time I had just returned to the trail after deep wandering, turned my head and there it was growing from the dead side of an old oak. I wish I had taken a picture from where I spotted it because they are masters of camouflage. This big gal was about the size of a basketball and weighed in at around 10lbs. It wouldn't even fit in my big basket so I had to take my tshirt off and rig up a bag for it with a carabiner. Luckily I was wearing a hoodie as well, otherwise I would have looked like a crazy shirtless hillbilly with a head in a bag wandering out of the woods. It still kind of looked strange so I made a point to show off my prize to curious hikers.
What a beauty! Plump, perfect, and prime. |
I was at a local supermarket today and happened by the "fresh" mushroom section. They actually have Maitake (aka Hen of the Woods, aka Sheepshead, aka Grifola frondosa) right now or at least something resembling and labeled as "Maitake". As you can see in the photo below, at $15/lb, it's pretty steep for a crusty skinny little thing. Even at a softball sized clump, it's so thin and whispy, calling it a 1/2 pound is generous. So,basically, I'm saying learn your mushrooms and GET TO THE WOODS!
Speaking of morel season, unless something exciting happens (like stumbling upon the unheard of southern Pennsylvania Matsutake patch) you'll likely not hear from me until you see a post with a giant basket bursting with morels in the springtime. Until then, I bid you, happy hunting!
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