Last year mushroom season was a bust. It got too hot and dry too fast. Isaak went out ‘shroomin, as he calls it, a few times with his knife and little bucket, but only ever found one mushroom. I didn’t even try. I let mushroom hunting be his thing. It’s a little fastidious for me. I’d rather hike on a trail than scale hillsides on my ha…
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