There are many skills in life I wish I possessed-- the ability to sing, a better understanding of the stock market, and the capacity to identify wild mushrooms. Sadly, I suspect I won't develop any of these talents in my lifetime.
I remember my grandfather roaming the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains behind his house to forage for wild mushrooms. He'd leave the house with a golf club, a single golf ball, and a brown bag. He usually came back with a dripping honeycomb from his neighbor's beehive and a bag full of mushrooms. At the time, I was much more excited by the idea of chomping down on a thick slab on honeycomb slathered onto the bottom half of one of my grandmother's homemade rolls. Today I wonder what kind of mushrooms he used to collect and whether or not he could answer this question:
Is this a morel mushroom I found growing in my backyard?