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I saw a story on TV 9 & 10's Hook and Hunting Show that made me think of an e-mail I had received two or three weeks before. It featured a morel hunting camp over near Mesick. A lady told a story about why they all were carrying whistles. When I heard her describe the story, I thought someone had read my mail box! She used the same words and phrases as was used in that e-mail to me. So I wrote Sandi and asked her... "Would you please satisfy my curiosity so I can sleep." "Was that you?" --- Frank |
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Sandi relaxes at end of day with Dale and Dale's son Chad. ![]() My Grandfather taught me to hunt morels. That has been a good many years ago let me tell you! The morel fever has bitten most of my family! For every year for the last 27 years we have trekked north to Mesick, MI. We camp and hunt morels for a week in May. We hunt in Indiana and Southern Michigan until its "time to go North"and ... "Oh what fun we have"! |
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An email from Ernie:
12/22/06 My crazed whistle blowing
sister Inez, as seen on tv, can move faster than any of us through the
woods. I spotted a patch of yellow sponge across a gulley. I was sitting
on a stump at the time and made the unforgivable mistake of saying "Oh
my gosh"! Old eagle ears and eyes,
spotted them too, she took off running as to beat me to the patch, however
she failed to spot an old spike tooth drag and a roll of fence down in
the grass. We met as a group and decided wether to cut her out, or go
get the mushrooms. But we could not stand the screams of pain. She was
skinned up real good,and a badly sprained ankle. Chuck asked if she had
learned anything. She said she would skirt the weed patches as she ran,
and would "we carry her across the gulley" to HER mushroom patch. |