Well...my beautiful daughter Grace, who herself takes more twists and turns in five minutes than any one human should experience in a day, stayed quite focused, and found a mushroom within 30 seconds of getting to our honey hole. Here she is with a tiny morel that has long since been battered, fried, and consumed.
However, within minutes of finding this first mushroom, life (or Grace) changed direction and bloodroot became the coveted prey. Within five minutes she had three or four in hand and was ready to head back. That left me without so much as a pecker head mushroom to my credit.
I have been out at least four times and only have two mushrooms. Grace has half that total in 5 minutes. I argue she is closer to the ground and they are easier for her to spot. Now if I can just get her out more often, we could have a bona fide feast.
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