Iíve hunted ginseng since I was 9Ö I turn 53 this November.
My first hunting trip with my dad is one Iíll never forget.
I had been walking through the timber with my dad and was getting frustrated because I just couldnít find any,,, my told told me to be paitient,,, train my eyes,,, so ,,, after a bit I walked around, started jumping with excitement,,, I found some!! I yelled for my dad to come,,,
I was very discouraged when my dad had informed me that what I had found was a patch of poison ivy.
It was later when dad found another nice few plants, he handed me the top, and said use this as your guide,,, compare it with the other plants.. youíre going to find some.
I took my dad advice and started walking the bottom of the ridge,, when I saw it,,, a big ol plant with a berry cluster as big as a golf ball.
I started comparing the top that my dad gave me,, with the one right there before me,, 5 leaves looked like the five leaves in my handÖ
I started looking around and saw another, then another and another!!!
I yelled out for dad and he came down the ridge and told me that I did indeed find ginseng and a very nice patch as well.
We stayed there digging until it was almost too dark to find our way out.
Iíll never know if my dad already knew that patch was there or notÖ. But it set my foot on solid ground,,,, I can spot it a long way off,,, and can even notice that ginseng has an almost different kind of green than most other plants.
I kinda think itís kinda like a stop light,,, when you see the yellow,,, you slow down and take your time,,, when you see the red,,, which is berries,,, you stop