Retired naturalist Ron Spinosa has hunted morels for three decades all over the state and into Wisconsin.
But the Minnesota Mycological Society's resident identification expert had one of his most memorable encounters in a south Minneapolis backyard.
"I got a phone call from a woman who said, 'I've got these weird mushrooms coming up in my backyard. I think they might be morels, but I don't want to try them without knowing,' " he said.
When he arrived at her house, Spinosa saw a recently cut elm stump and morels in all directions.
"There were morels coming up around her drain spout, among her tulips. It was pretty incredible," said Spinosa, of St. Paul.
When the snow retreats and the Northland wakes up each spring, when leggy shoots begin to uncurl above the mat of old leaves, morel hunters, like Spinosa, get the itch to be out in the woods.
"There's a buzz in the air, telling you, 'It's time, it's time,' " said Kathy Yerich, of Forest Lake, a local video producer and fellow member of the group with a special interest in fungi. "I think you can almost smell them in the air."
As the days lengthen and the oaks open their first buds into sage green fists, that itch grows into a full-blown fever.