The Midwesterners Hunting Adventure
He crept along the fence row, the smell of wet leaves in the air. He looks around, as the dry leaves crunched under foot. Just a bit of sun creeps through the many branches, as spring peeks about.
He looks high, he looks low. His eyes venture to and fro. He hungers for the new taste of what his hunting adventure will soon bring. It's a midwesterners delight of spring.
He look about the lilly pads, beneath the crumbled moist
wood. His foot stops him in his tracks. He gathers from under each arm his empty bread sacks. Then he spots more and more, so big an tall, beneath the trees, one, two, three. And oh so many more. Then he spots them all round and about.
He knuckles to his knees into a low crawl. One by one he gathers them up.....
Yes it is morels for tomorrows dinner. He smiles, as he leaves the woods. Another victory for a midwest morel mushroom hunter.
Linda Bates Terrell
April 26, 2011