Kingdom of the other

They concern themselves not with the utter nonsense of humanity
Secure in their knowledge of nearly infinite existence
controlling the destiny of all things biological
alive, dying, and deceased
they wait

then erupt as ephemeral artworks

Stink-horn -  completely consumed by the scarabs within 6 hours

Lactarius ?

Parasitized and transformed into a lobster.

Chanterelle?  sauteed  with onion and garlic and a dash of wine, only to be tossed out after the first bitter bite!

Puffball, eggplant - it's all the same.
Boletes  key as edible, but no kings have been found to test my palate.

 Northern tooth. Beautiful massive and non edible.  An absolute lamprey.

Fairy wings on the back of a fallen maple.

Mixed bag.

Waiting patiently for the chicken, and it finally comes along, as it is the only one of this lot that I trust.

They concern themselves not.
I, however, must concern their siren beauty and quell the desires they imbue.

Third year shroomin'

Except for the morels, my knowledge of mushrooms is pretty skinny. The fall of 2010 was a wet one around here, and the resultant bloom of fungal fruits in the woods of the home place was prolific and spectacular. That got me going. Going in a number of new directions.  One direction was to the internet / blogosphere, field guides, friends and acquaintances  -  to learn what I could about identification of edible mushrooms. Lots of good stuff and good people out there - lots of junk, as well.  So, I profess nothing about the ID or procurement of wild mushrooms, only relate the most recent, delicious encounter.  Blondie still thinks I'm nuts.


The last week of May produced what I thought were the right conditions for oyster mushrooms to erupt.  Three plus inches of rain the previous week, temps in the mid 80's, plenty of dead aspen, inoculated from last June's incredible blush of oyster fruit. What do the texts say ?  Not exactly conflicting information - more like non specific information in terms of both timing and location.  May seems a bit early. But what the hell- I know what they look like, right ?  But then, oh there's that voice of caution rattling round the brain. The other rattling voice (but one of many) gets the nod,  "Bugger off caution, I'm hunting now".

So, before I even get 200 feet from the barn, I encounter the first group of oysters, just hanging there like a big load of free meat.  Wow, this going to be good I think - and yes indeed they were hanging out in all the usually places. So, I cut about a pound from the upright husk of a big-toothed aspen. Only a couple of beetles present that were easily brushed away  -  and I am a pig in shit !

So to home and kitchen.  I went a couple of different ways with this sweet tasting pleasure - light and dark.   Both worked for me, and I reckon that the variants to these are limitless:

Light:

2 Tsp butter
2 Tsp extra virgin olive oil  
1/2 pound sliced  oyster mushrooms
1/4 small onion diced
3 bigass bluegill fillets cut into 2 " chunks
salt & pepper
white wine
tarragon
3 Tsp flour
1/2 cup chicken stock
1/2 lemon
flat leaf parsely

Sweat the onions & musrooms in the oil & butter until tender
season w/ salt & pepper
remove from pan
deglaze with a dash of white wine
make a rue with the flour and chicken stock and a bit of water, if needed - let thicken
add the tarragon and bring to simmer
add back the mushrooms & onions, the fish, the squeezed lemon juice and flat parsley
simmer till fish are just done - two minutes for bluegills
season again, as desired

dark:

2Tsp butter
2Tsp extra virgin olive oil
1/2 pound sliced oyster mushrooms
1/4 small onion diced
1/2 pound red meat (in this case, left over venison roast)
raspberry vinegar
basil
3Tsp flour
meat stock (venison drippings here)
fresh spinach, rough chopped

Pretty much the same method as the first one, except at the very end , add in the fresh spinach and let it wilt down for a couple of minutes.

Both of these dished were sweet and fruity due to the mushrooms, but the dark one is, well,   dark, with the venison and spinach. 

Now if I can find chanterells later in the season, that will be something else !

Oysters and Bluegill

I suppose one should
 properly marry these two
 with some delicate wine
 and cream sauce.

As per the rain gods
the woods are wet
fire dangers forgotten
fungal hunt on

 "bow head"

 hen pumpkinseed

 bag o' treats

WTF

So I go to one of my old favorite haunts, from which in years past, were pulled 20" rainbows, survivors of the rigors of put and take.  How they made it past all the killers out there is beyond me - anyway I used to waylay these 20 inchers (no shit) as they were cruising the shoreline of this little lake.  It was a bugger of a spot to fly fish from, bull rushes and cattails and thick emergent AVPs ringing the shoreline - bassy water really, but as I say it was a put and take spot.

So I go to this old favorite haunt because it's on the way home from another long day and I just have to have a little fix of something real. Maybe make a few casts, see a couple of ducks, feel the breeze, swat a mosquito, see a trout rise.  Relax a bit. 

But, where once there were bull rushes and cattails and a path, there now resides a concrete boat launch complete with a dock, class V gravel, and signage telling me that this is a managed trout lake, and how I should behave so that I don't introduce exotic, invasive, nuisance, aquatic, toxic biota - lest I fuck the place up, etc.  OK, I can read.

There are a lot of small fish rising, so I rig up real quick and step lively to the handy public dock. First cast and a rise and a miss.  Next cast the same. Then a tight line and a 5" golden shiner.   By the billions  !!!

Oh yeah, the signs work great.

Lepomis Lust

Morris Dance one day late

Tonight the fish arrived for real.  The day was warm and one of the only calm days in a month, so I slipped the kayak in and headed for "the spot". Not a fish to be had.  Dink bass cruising all the likely early sunfish lies. Paddle to next spot, same deal.  Check water temp - 50 - yowser - that should work. Paddle perimeter and scan gin clear chara beds for signs of action - no dice. Head back to home farm and chores.  I'll be back at 8 pm.

 
"Bow Head Whale"
I like the way those words sound. I utter them aloud as the keeled hump of a lepomis cleaves the glass surface behind my nymph.

Then steering a thrumming, looping, struggle to hand
Another stunning variation of May color on a sunfish theme.
A smile commences.

Toss the fly at the point of the bullrushes
Nervous water that
tiny tiny tiny leader movement
another beauty

In the morning I am heading back to wolf country
brook trout with ramps and fiddleheads would be nice...............life does not suck right now