Lasting Memories

It seems almost like a dream, staring up the hillside at an endless patch of pine-cone sized black morels. That is my first memory of mushroom hunting with my mom. I was 3 years old. I don’t remember much else of that day in the hills of Glennie Michigan other than that brown paper grocery…

New Forum!

A new discussion forum has been added! Do you need help with an ID, found something cool or do you just want to share some pictures? Join today all are welcome! 

Welcome to The Mushroom Hole

My name is Ryan (aka Stumpjumper) and I am the host of this site. I have been an avid shroomer since the age of three. I am a forager for many species of edible fungi and I look forward to sharing knowledge with you and helping you find your next gourmet meal!