Day 359: In some countries, pigs were used to hunt mushrooms. These days, a different sort of pig can be found in our woods: the commercial picker who cares nothing about sustainable harvesting or collection limits, and wants only to get every last button and the best price per pound. One such mushroom hog was seen to be collecting near my favourite spot a few days ago, and although he wasn't on Park property when I spotted him from my car, he was right on the boundary and I have no doubt that he took his five-gallon bucket into the woods beyond the NPS signs. Today, I did find one area he hadn't covered and was able to bring home just enough for a small fry-up, all I really need. Unlike my predecessor, I left the buttons in the hopes of having a return crop next year.
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