4 thoughts on “LOCAL VIEW –Fruits Of Wet–

    • Often you can see mushrooms with bites taken them out of them in the woods. Most blame chipmunks, wood-mice, and squirrels, but it wouldn’t surprise me if foxes and coyotes tested them out. So Scooter may not be alone. But my Dad told me I shouldn’t trust bites in mushrooms as a sign they were “safe”, for he’d seen bites taken out of poisonous ones.

      These are “pasture mushrooms”, easily identifiable due to their dark gills on their underside. (The “death angel” has white gills). They are closely related to, if not identical with, the ordinary commercial mushrooms sold in stores. (Though commercial mushrooms are picked before they have fully opened.)

      When I lived in in Santa Cruz I could drive south past Capitola towards Monterrey and amidst artichoke fields there was a huge building where they grew commercial mushrooms. I hate to think what they grew them in, for the reek was awful and could knock you over miles away. Ever since I’ve prefered the wild ones.

      The wild ones have tougher stems that squeak when you cut them with a knife, as stiff as celery but without fibers, and like hard cheddar cheese without the oily feel. If you like the taste of mushrooms, they have roughly three times more flavor than the store-bought variety. For some reason they don’t get wormy as quickly as other types.

      Most mushrooms I am very cautious with, but with pasture mushrooms you are sure they are safe.

  1. I was tempted but never tried that sort of mushroom, as a teen. I probably would have, but they were never available. Then, when I was eighteen, my Dad introduced me to an old back-woods Yankee who knew a lot about wild plants. I think my Dad told him to give me a word-to-the-wise, for totally out of the blue he brought up the subject of drugs. (But maybe it was because I had long hair.) He told me he had read about mushrooms that caused hallucinations in the 1930’s, and tried some. I waited in breathless anticipation for a long description of a “trip”, but, after scowling thoughtfully off for a moment, he looked me dead in the eye and told me, “I concluded that poison’s no good.”

    Succinct and to the point. In like manner, one of the founders of the Native American Church quit peyote, and when asked for an explanation, he spoke the four words, “Peyote is a trickster.”

    Four words may not be enough for a Harvard thesis, but when dealing with old men, you may be lucky to get that many.

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