Rex’s Georgic: Hunting Morels in Last Year’s Burn
White whorls, three flags of trillium splash up from charred ground. A Ponderosa’s boiled sap. Sometimes even in the spring even after the long snows you can find a trunk still smoldering. Puckett, you are the worst goddamn mushroom hunter I ever saw. Like some drive-by mushroom hunter. Look: Slug always finds his […]