Ramps are a wild form of leeks and are a staple in Applachian cooking.

Well, Possum Man said he knew exactly where the ramps were.

We drove to outside Athens and up the road by the Last Resort and off into the woods. We went
through briars, across creeks, up and down hills, climbed over fences and under barbed wire. We
slogged through swamps and crossed meadows of knee high grass. It was hot and muggy but the
woods and fields were full of new growth and wildflowers and a wondrous sight. He walked slowly
but surefootedly up and down steep slopes, waded back and forth across the wide creek and
climbed slippery, muddy slopes.

I was exhausted and knew he must be ready to have a heart attack. I found a logging road and
begged him to go back that way. He got the mule look and said he was "going down
yonder across the creek." And he did. I went back to get the car and pick him up on the main
road.

No ramps. I saw some fiddleheads and offered them as an alternative and just got a scornful look.

I gotta give it to him. He had to take frequent rest stops but there was no obstacle in his path he
couldn't overcome.