So this first story is about the Jersey Devil, gentlemen from New Jersey.

I guess he is, uh, wrote this and this is really good.

He says I'm a hunter-gatherer and all around out dorseman.

I decided to head out to a state forest here in Southern New Jersey to hunt for some

mushrooms after a few days removed from heavy rains.

It was a large track of land and it's known as the Pine Barrens and it's over a million

acres of pine forests and plenty of wetlands that snake their way through the sandy barren

land.

It's a rich ecosystem nestled in the southern part of the most heavily populated state

per square mile in the Union.

The recent rains gave the forests a renewed green as autumn approached and this was certainly

one of the last real humid warm days before the cold weather arrived.

I pulled my truck over to a sandy shoulder on a sugar sand road and I began to search

the sandy ridges and road banks that the mushrooms grew on.

The day went on and my bag got heavier and heavier with sand trells, black trumpets,

and even scored some chicken of the woods on an old oak tree.

We cut that off a oak tree right behind this office so we get a big slab above it every

year and we eat every bit of it.

It's good stuff.

I had plenty for supper and much more but I wanted to enjoy the perfect day a little

longer so I took a hike down an old Enduro bike trail that spit me out at the headwaters

of an old bog.

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