Wild Harvest

[gorgonzola]

Ive had some fungus mess up my head

 

[tirolski]

If you cut it open and it is green or starting to turn yellow, do not eat. It must be solid white all the way through. Also do not put them in a dehydrator. A local guy did that and it spored out in his house like crazy and the fungus started growing in his head and fucked up his brain. Other than that they are fine. Found a couple the size of soccer balls once up on the Aqueduct. Sliced them thin, breaded and fried they fed 12 people with a bunch leftover.

Went out to check it while weed walking today. It’s small beach ball size. Looked to be more beige but still kinda white on the outside. Picked it up and the color inside was not white but a mossy grey. Took it to the brush pile to let something else eat it. Must’ve been too old. Live and learn.

 

[Ripitz]

 

[Sbob]

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Hen?

 

[jasonwx]

Jealous
My color blindness would kill me

 

[Campgottagopee]

Jealous
My color blindness would kill me

LOL
Same here! The main reason I don't bow hunt is I can't see blood on grass/leaves/etc, and there's a lot of tracking with bow hunting.

My garden has produced darn good. One more plant to get in and I'm done for this year.

 

[DomB]

This is so cool - good for you Rip and thanks for posting.

I hope there will be a point in my life when I spend a lot of time in the woods. It may not be, or not for a while.

There is apparently a long history of foraging in the Catskills (and I am sure other areas) from native Americans. My foraging is limited to wild raspberries when I am hiking because I don't want to make a mistake.

My spouse is Eastern European; there is long tradition of foraging for mushrooms and wild blueberries. Chantarelles which can be fairly expensive in stores is sold on the streets by grandmothers; the translated word they use for these are "little chickens".

 

[Sbob]

Jealous
My color blindness would kill me

Likewise, I’ll stick to Morels They’re pretty safe, color doesn’t matter. If the stems are hollow you’re good.

As a kid my buddies and I would hike and search for Berries.
June starting with Black raspberries as the summer progressed then wine berries and blackberries . We’d occasionally find a sour cherry tree mixed in with the mulberry trees .

 

[gorgonzola]

as a kid berry/berrying was a verb...

We adopted my son from Russia 20 something years ago and one of the surreal sights along the 17 hour train ride from Moscow to the foot of the Urals was a foggy morning stop in a forest town. Women and children were coming out of the woods like zombies carrying handbaskets covered with kerchiefs and boarding the train. I motioned to a woman seated near me to have a look as to what was in the basket...wild mushrooms

 

[Campgottagopee]

as a kid berry/berrying was a verb...

Same
We'd go pickin while my grandfather would stay on watch with his 30-30. Seems black bears in the ADK like berries too.