These things grow in abundance on our 40+ acres from late March through early May. But they tend to grow in the most inaccessable places. My knees will allow me to go up or down the slopes once or twice, but to traverse over and over on the slopes (quiet necessary when searching for morels) is impossible. My good neighbor, Marvin, is likely to get to the mushrooms before I can get back there. More power to him.
It's like everything in life. If God wants me to find some morels, I will. If not, life is so good that I can't complain. There are, after all, more important things than morel mushrooms.