At first I thought it was a dreary day, damp, raining, over casted. But as I continued that thought process it occurred to me, this is the first day of morel season, and these are the perfect conditions to find them. Call it the luck of the Irish, but I have never been one to eat four leaf clovers. I came across this beautiful piece of mother nature within a half hour. No I wont tell you where I found it, because tomorrow I am sure there will be more. I think those honeycomb folds are dying to suck in some butter =)