Looking For Paw-Paw And Found Some Chickens
I went out today looking for a new paw-paw patch. The land where my old faithful patch was got sold so I no longer have permission to ramble there. The trees are easier to find this time of the year because the leaves start to yellow early, and they are very big leaves.
Anyhow I spotted some promising looking leaves on a distant hillside and when I made my way there I realized I was amongst a massive paw-paw patch. The fruits are gone now but next year I'll be feasting on this place if I can beat the squirrels and other critters to them. Once I got into the patch I saw an old oak log laying on the ground and low-n-behold it was glowing like it was on fire with large shelves of Laetiporus sulphureus - Chicken of the woods. Bright and beautiful. My camera doesn't do it justice. Some of the wings are 12" to 14" across, heavy and thick. Fresh too cause when I snapped them off the log water started pouring out of the bases.
Gonna eat good tonight!
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