I had the pleasure of hunting with Camoshroomer this morning. (Thanks again for the invite there Camo, I always enjoy hunting with you and swapping mushroom tales and knowledge.)
He hunts to the south of me and had been having pretty good finds the last few days, so I headed down to see what was poking up.
All of the recent rain had flooding on my mind. I had to cross a small spot where flood water was rushing across the road to get to where we were finally headed. It didn't take long before we found a few. He pointed out a little fellow he had left behind to show me. It was the first time I had seen a morel growing under a cedar tree, but there it was poking up through the cedar needles (or whatever you call those itchy things). We looked around for a few hours and I ended up with 15 which wasn't bad for early in the season. Also Camoshroomer had pulled out a good 50 or so the day before. I didn't ask him how many he found, but I think it was around ten. The last one we found he spotted growing just a short distance from the parking lot. It was a nice 3 incher and the biggest of the morning. Here is a nice cluster I found.
I resigned to the fact that it was still early and the major flushes hadn't happened yet and so I began the long walk back to the car. I was only about 5 mins from the car when to my surprise I spotted a perfect specimen sitting mere inches from the trail. I couldn't believe my eyes, I mean I had just walked right by this one. I took a photo or two and as I looked around I saw 4 more right there within 6 inches of the trail.
I decided to check a spot that I didn't check earlier because I been focused on hitting more productive spots further in. As I approached my spot, I noticed water slowly creeping toward it from a flooding creek. I quickly checked it out and saw no signs of morels. I now noticed that my way back to the car was blocked by about a six foot wide slowly moving stream of flood water creeping through the woods in an ever-expanding nature. It wasn't but a few inches deep so I picked a spot to wade across. Halfway across I stopped literally in mid-stream. There surrounded by water was a perfect 2 inch morel. I crossed the water and started seeing them everywhere. I picked about 20 that were sitting in 1-3 inches of water. I left many small ones here as well and I am not sure how long they will be underwater. Here are a few photos of some of the bigger ones growing in the water but near the edge.
I have to head to St. Louis tomorrow for other affairs, but if anyone in Columbia is up for a hunt on Sunday, email me.