Today’s story is by someone else for a change! We got a package in the mail from my brother Troy from the Yukon. Upon opening the box we discovered it was a huge bag of dried morel mushrooms! Yum! (Once I figure out different ways to cook them, anyway.)
A seriously big bag o’ morels
In his letter Troy recounted a mushrooming story, which was so picturesque I just had to scribble out some (very) quick drawings for it.
I went morel picking last June down the Stewart River for two weeks.
While I missed the big bonanza by a week…
…it was still a fun experience.
There was another mushroom camp just down river from our camp which had three strange guys in it. We were boating by their camp…
…and one young guy was standing on a cliff in buckskins and holding a spear. So we visited them.
There was an older guy who made you wonder what he was escaping from.
A week later we heard a large animal scrabbling along the shore.
My campmates (who were armed to the teeth) all had their guns pointed at the sound…
…and the young guy emerged all scraped up and soaking wet. He had fled the older guy with just the shirt on his back after the older guy had held a knife to the younger guy’s throat.
Crazy shit on the river….
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Troy says:
April 10, 2011 at 11:53 am (UTC 0)
Ha! great drawings you nailed it.
hyedie says:
April 16, 2011 at 1:05 am (UTC 0)
omg – crazy shit indeed. that’s so scary!!
so the young guy was running for a week?
GREAT drawings laura!! wow.
Troy says:
April 18, 2011 at 12:17 am (UTC 0)
No, just a rough scramble of an hour or two along the rocky (and cliffy) shore and through some pretty dense bush to our camp.