Rain, rain, rain every day. I was going mushroom hunting today, but my wife has doc appointment late this morning, so no go. Our hard sought after morel mushrooms have only a two week season, then they are no more until the next year. It's going to be a quiet shop evening, working on ivory inlays and self teaching scrimshaw on the ivory. I am thinking cave man type art because that's about the limit of my skill, stick people, etc. A fellow mushroom hunter from work, an ex-officer from my dept., emailed me about she and I going mushroom hunting at some of my spots this weekend. I rescued her a couple of days ago at work. My Lt. radioed me and sent me to the building she works in, our laundry. She locked herself in a closet sized restroom and was screaming over her cell phone. There was a 4' bullsnake on the other side of the door, and it was realy razzed up. When I got there, another lady was trying to shove the snake away with a weed whip. While I was capturing the snake, it got its head and part of its body under the door and into the restroom. I could hear another outburst of screaming from the other side of the door. The cute blue eyed blonde was standing on top of the toilet seat screaming as loud as she could. Anyhow, I captured the snake, took my bows, and hauled the snake to HQ, where it scared our secretary when she unexpectedly found it sunning by her car door when she was going home. She almost stepped on it, and ran back into HQ. She had to wait quite a while until the snake left. People get excited by the smallest things.
. Life sucks. But at least it's the end of the work week 
Micky Mike will be over too. We must setup a agenda for the HI .