It helps to have different eyes on a foray. Yesterday, I took Lee Ann and Brenda (later to adopt the pseudonyms Clavulina and Umbo) on a guided foray, and we found some cool stuff.
This Mycena luteopallens is a mushroom that specializes in a substrate of walnuts or hickory nuts. It’s worth reading about (click on the link) and looking closer for as you foray in an oak-hickory forest seeking Hens this week. Notice the beautiful symmetry in the way the mushroom arises from the undesurface of the hickory shell like umbrellas gracing a four-poster bed!
Another cool find was a Clavulina cristata, hence the pseudonym. I had seen it at NAMA last weekend so I recognized it immediately.
We found three Tylopilus alboater in a group. This is a beautiful bolete that has an immediate staining reaction on the white pore surface. Color immediately goes to red and then black when touched the least bit.
Brenda’s eyes, as we rode, brought in about 5 pounds of Sparassis crispa, and she also spotted a large Jack O’Lantern cluster. We harvested a couple of Jack specimens, to go along with some Panellue stipticus that we had found, for Clavulina and Umbo to take home and, hopefully, experience bioluminescence.
Last Thursday, Sept 10, I went over to the Brevard, NC area to scout the trails where my “cousin in-law” Ken and I are going to lead an all day foray during the NAMA (North American Mycological Association) gathering this weekend outside of Asheville. Ken and I spent about four hours on the trails, and decided on a plan which should give our participants a good experience. Along the way a few good things happened. In mid-Sept, Ken found a small patch of black trumpets, we saw our first Honey mushrooms of the year, and I found a small, and I mean small (10 oz.) Hen of the Woods, Grifola frondosa. We split it
Friday morning, I got up and figured that if Honeys were up in Brevard, then maybe here too. Sure enough, they were and along the way I experienced something worth sharing. Strange Jack O’Lanterns were around also. Last year I posted a blog picture that showed Honeys and Jacks intermingled at the based of the same large, dead oak., Well, Friday I saw what appeared to be the yellowish honey-colored cap of an Armillaria mellea (top), but they were in fact Jack O’Lanterns, Omphalotus illudens (bottom), unless the name has been recently changed. Apparently the recent heavy rains had leached the orange pigments out of the Jack. If a novice had been foraging, and not turned the cap over to examine it, and ignored the other ID features,, the could have very well picked one or two it they were in a rush and not mindful. Look at the exposed gills in this picture and notice how whitish they are. To a pro, no prob. To a novice, prob.
Today was a dry day; however, I took a flyer on my favorite lobster spot – the one that had that 100 pound yield several years ago. It’s way past mid-August, but Ken and I had found a few small ones on Thursday, so I went in anyway. Bam! As I entered he woods, orange spots appeared and I got about 10 pounds. They had the feel of and size of having come up over the weekend and then sat in the low humidity this week. Pretty good though. So . . . . . be looking because we re still in the Summer-Fall transition period. Puffballs haven’t shown up yet – any day now.
Yep, that’s one that returns each year. Bob O sent me this photo this afternoon wondering if the mushrooms were edible. Now, I want to be very accommodating to Bob O, because he’s the one that found the 11 pound giant puffball in the same city park last year, and I want neither he nor his friends in GI distress.They looked like Jacks, but I drove up to Cedar Hill Park anyway and checked them out. Glad I did because I learned a neat story.
Bob lives in the house he grew up in (parents deceased) right around the corner from the park, and he attended the elementary school that used to stand where the park is now. As he told it, the first grade classes planted an oak tree each year in what became a line of large oaks at maturity. The tree where the Jacks are growing – from the roots – is the last, literally, standing in a long line. Bob planted one of the oaks.
It was obvious to me, from its condition, that this oak is also on it last legs, or roots as it is. Bob O is around my age which is 69. So here we have someone interested in mushrooms who planted the giant oak, a Senior Oak age 60+, that now produces a beautiful bioluminescent mushroom for its birth giver to enjoy as it fades away.
Go get some and take them home Bob, and enjoy their company in a dark room. Ain’t nature GRAND !!