My kid spotted this Hydnum species yesterday. Little shit found her first one before I found my first one.
Every Thanksgiving, we take a bit to hunt. It's not about the hunt. It's about the brotherhood. We have a beer then, walk around the woods bullshitting and reminiscing. It's been a tradition for almost 20 years. In years past, it was different. Get a good buzz and run around with the guys and be stupid. These past few years, it hits a little different. We all have wives and kids and careers so, we don't get to goof around like we used to. These are the years that it truly means something. In the coming years, we'll be bringing our children along. The beers will fade but the tradition will remain strong. Keep your traditions strong. Keep them alive. Pass them down so they live on.