Once theyâve been at it for a few seasons, most mushroom hunters will have amassed a collection of stories recounting their grandest moments in the spring woodlands. Most tales are accounts of big hauls and mother lodes. Iâve struck it big a time or two myself, and the âbig findsâ never fail to provide cherished memories. High points include the time we stumbled into a patch containing more than a hundred jumbo yellows or the day we found more than $450 worth of prime morels in a single spot. But one of my favorite recollections is nothing like that. Instead, the story involves a much smaller, though equally memorable, find.