“The moon was bright with dark, wispy clouds dancing erratically across its troubled face, creating an eerie effect of shadow upon shadow. The surrounding marshes were alive as if energized by some powerful, irritable force causing its denizens to become restless.   Young Joe Billie shuddered and hunched his shoulders slightly. ‘ Gator moon,’ he thought. He remembered his Grandfather telling him of this; that when the moon was full,  the swamp creatures became restless and irritable, especially the bull gators.   “This was not the time to hunt the big creatures,” Grandfather had said. “The gator moon make them want to fight and kill. If you hunt them then, you will become the hunted. Even brave men fear the gator moon.”