Mushroom season has finally arrived in the Ozarks. No, I’m not talking about the hallucinogenic variety, but the edible members Morchella family known as Morels. You do not need a license or gun to hunt mushrooms, but it does require a great deal of skill, tactical maneuvering, and keen eyesight.
While mushrooms are not very fast runners, they have a highly developed 6th sense of recognizing the presence of humans. I recommend face paint and camouflage clothing if you hope to sneak up on one in the wild. Morels are wily creatures, born with the natural ability to hide in plain sight. Once spotted, they tend to “play possum” in hopes that you will not have them over for dinner.
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Homeland Security arrested three men Wednesday, April 1st, after an attempted robbery at Moe’s Radio & TV Repair.
One of the suspects, Biff Scallywag, worked part-time at the repair shop. The other two assailants entered the store at approximately 10am, brandishing water pistols and demanding an assortment of tubes, capacitors, and resistors.
Police captured them beneath a second-story doorway where they had fallen on their loot. Authorities believe the trio planned to build a radio activated nuclear device with the stolen parts.
“I’m relieved to have them in custody,” said H.S. Director Eyesmella Fink. “We’ve been after the Hole-in-the-Head Gang for some time.”
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