Accidentally became a mushroom forager after one wrong hike last fall
I went for a hike in the Cascade foothills near North Bend last October and got totally lost for like 45 minutes. While trying to find the trail again I noticed this GIANT cluster of orange mushrooms growing on a dead tree stump. I took a photo, looked it up later, and it turned out to be chicken of the woods, which is totally edible and safe. I went back the next weekend, harvested a few pounds, and cooked them up in a butter sauce. They tasted exactly like chicken, no joke. Now I've got a field guide and I've been out nine times this spring finding morels and oyster mushrooms. Anybody else pick up foraging by pure accident and now can't stop looking at the ground on every walk?