First, there was Lucky Fox, who is now sleeping in his towel after a long walk slung around me in a makeshift foxy-bjorn. He, Rudy and myself went for a morel hunt after these days of rain. I didn’t bring a bag or anything that might jinx my quest and it’s a good thing, because my t-shirt made a fine sack for this haul. This is my first experience hunting morels. As with all wild edibles, 100% identify before you eat anything.