My nephew and brother-in-law were at there caboin way up in Grand Rapids this weekend. My nephew was telling his dad about morels. His dad goes to take a leak behind the cabin and, you guessed it, came back with a morel in hand. They found 8 there. Talk about dumb luck.
I should talk. Last year I found one small one uprooted in the backyard. Just enough of a taste to make me want more.
No, that part of the yard has not been mowed yet, but I know the odds are way against me.