I love mushrooms. After getting sober I started really exploring other less destructive way to get my kicks. Food and sex are up there along with anything adrenaline my beat ass body can put up with. With world wide cuisine a short drive away, I discovered the bigger world of mushrooms for flavor and yo feed my vegan/vegetarian friends.
I knew that wasn’t spelled right yes Mesick, I had to look it up…. I haven’t been there since the 80s…. We stayed at a state park on a lake and it was almost always just us there most years… hunt morels all day and northern pike fish until dusk… my grandpa had some hunting land up there but I don’t remember where and he sold it when I was a teen… they lived on an island between two lakes in deep SW…. I love MI for about 6 mos a year…
One of our family places as well. Morels in venison, or elk, pasta are SO good .. And the fishing is still very good. One nice thing about Michigan is the lakes, rivers, ponds. (From Mother’s Day to Holloween)
I got hooked on maitake cooking them for vegans. Meaty texture and flavor. White truffles make just about everything taste better in moderation. Too much and they get garlicky. The smell reminds me of every chick I dated in the 70s and 80s for some reason.
Those woods taught me navigation(without mountains for reference like Appalachia) and a bunch of northern foraging with onions, turnips, berries… most memorable fish story… I was 7 and caught a pike on the first cast on the red/white daredevil spinners we used…. I couldn’t reel it in as my reel didn’t have enough tension… all the adults told me it was a log and to cut my line… I refused… I only got that one cast and after they were all done at dusk we dock and I walk my pole up the beach and had a 36” Pike on the line… one of my uncles caught a 39” though… but they never doubted me again I’ve always lived on freshwater no matter which state I was in so being without water would be weird to me.
I love hills and seasons and all but FL is nothing but water. Growing up in arid or landlocked countries made me appreciate being able to fish, spearfish, swim or hike year round. I dig on the foraging too, when we ran traplines durong winter in Texas my brothers and I would snack on anything edible and drank the water from creeks unless they passed through cow fields. Ate more prickly pears than anything.
I’ll try to find the pic of us holding them up… I still remember it being heavy no idea what it weighed as we ate it immediately… I was pissed my uncle outdid me! That poor fish got drug around the lake a few hours I think that’s the most patience I’ve ever shown… must’ve used all mine up as I’ve never had any since since you know the area I’ll try to find the exact spot I’m talking about… as I remember though 30” pike were pretty normal
30” is daddy & 36” is grand daddy, and 39 is great grand daddy. We were in the U.P. camping in ‘68 or ‘69, and my father took a 36” lake trout out of Clark Lake (Sylvania Recreation area). That place had “bass up the ass” no need to take anything in there but butter, eggs and beer.
What’s with the head gasket sticker on the back window? and what’s so special about Daytona 2022? I don’t recognize the logo between… maybe a school? Yeah Volusia county is its own kind of special and it’s a 1 ton! You imagine all the fat slobs that think they’re not fat climbing on that thing?!?