It takes a long time to find a mushroom spot. Sometimes you may be lucky enough to discover one while gazing out the car window; other times you may have walked for half a day or more through a forest without finding anything. I pick many wild plants, berries, fruits, seaweed, roots, and seeds, but mushrooms are nothing like that. Plants can be trusted. They return to the same places year after year, at predictable times. There is usually a recognisable season you can rely on. Not so with mushrooms; they are capricious and far harder to predict. They appear when the time is right for them, with great annual variations. You must always be ready, and it is no good having booked a trip to Barcelona in September. Then you risk losing the mushrooms at your best spot that year.
A mushroom spot is something special. It is your spot, and you found it because you were there at the right moment. You could tell whether it was a good idea to step into that thicket, because it looked like a promising place. There was a small rise that hid the mushrooms; that is why no one else had seen them. You peered over the rise and spotted the little cluster of mushrooms, and your heart beat that much harder. You nearly gave in to the urge to run over and seize them. As though they might run away. But you composed yourself, steadied your pulse, and savoured the moment before kneeling down and cutting the mushrooms neatly, one by one. Now they lie in the basket, and you breathe quietly, already dreaming of reliving this moment.
Perhaps you share the spot with someone else. You do not know who it is, but some years you arrive after them. Then you come to your spot and see cut stems and regret that you did not go the day before, as you had considered.
The New and the Old School
Today there are two opposing tendencies among mushroom foragers. One is the old school, where you are very secretive about your spots. You would never dream of giving them away. That is the school I grew up with, and the one I still belong to today. I have many mushroom spots that I found myself and therefore know the value of. That value can be measured in time, among other things, because much of your time as a mushroom forager is spent searching. If you have many good spots, you can always go out and pick mushrooms. But if you have never walked all those kilometres, you probably do not fully appreciate the value of the spots.
The other, "new" school is all about sharing, where sharing itself is what matters most. The creed here is that nature belongs to all of us, and you are petty and selfish if you refuse to give away your spots. Perhaps the foragers who belong to the new school have not walked quite as many kilometres yet, and they do not understand the old school. But the old school understands the new school well enough, for they once stood in the same place.