It’s Mother’s Day when I finally arrive in Benzie County and I have nothing but a handful of leeks to show for it. Every forest I’ve stepped into has been bone dry, save for Waterloo at the southern end of the state. Hunting what the DNR labeled a small 2015 burn, but which was barely charred in comparison to what I’ve hunted in Washington, I found two verpa. I don’t eat verpa. Sure, you can boil them until the toxins fall out, they say, but I have no interest in trying. Still, I cut them anyway. I want to know