“Just Keep the Moon Over Your Right Shoulder”

In my eleventh summer I hired on to drive tractor in the hay fields. The man I worked for would cut and bale hay, but instead of being paid he would take half the bales. Pretty smart. In the summer those bales went for twenty-five cents a bale, but in winter that same bale cost ten times that amount. So he’d work like mad during the haying season and the loaf all winter selling hay. Me? I made twenty-five cents an hour and worked my fanny off in the hot sun.

In addition to being a field hand, it was part of my job to be a handy man. I’d keep the equipment greased, gather eggs from the chicken pen from hell and do other odd jobs around his place. In the same pen as the chickens were three goats. The Billy loved to play. (If you call play sneaking up behind a person carrying an egg basket, then standing on your hind legs to butt them into next week) Yup. A good time was had by all. Grrr. After the second time of going butt over teacup I’d had my fill. Picking up a stick about the size of a baseball bat, I’d wait until he was on his hind legs before whacking him between the horns knocking him into the dirt. He loved it. “Great Game ! Hit me again!”

 One night come quitting time in the hay field my boss comes up and tells me there’s a storm moving in and he would appreciate me working the tractor by using the headlights, so the rain doesn’t ruin the mowed and raked hay. Though I had started at first light, I agreed to stay until the baling was done and the hay was put in the barn.

At one in the morning, not only was the hay put up, but the storm had went around us. There was a full moon out and the night was nice and warm. The boss came around and expressed his appreciation at my staying and asked if I wanted a ride home. He always took me home. So I asked why he asked. He tells me that though it’s a seven mile trip to my grandfather’s place by truck, I’m only a mile from there if I was to walk across country. I doubted that as I had roamed the countryside for miles around and didn’t recognize the field we were in, but he assured me by saying “Just keep the moon over your right shoulder.”

I set off. An hour later, I’m wading the Little Deep Fork swamp. More snakes, haints, mountain lions and quicksand than you can shake a stick at. Two hours later I sense something following me. I hade on the other side of an open space and see a cougar on my trail. (I figure it was just curious as to what kind of fool would be out in the swamp that late at night with no flashlight)  An hour later, I’m swimming the Little Deep Fork river, in a spot I’d never been before.

Three hours later, after swamps, sawgrass that sliced bare skin like a knife and black berry bushes that beckoned you to wait with their nice long thorns, I stumble onto the highway. I know right where I am. I’m five miles from home. Some nice farmer gave me a ride in the back of his truck and I soon stood alone in front of the greatest danger of all … “Worried Grandmother.” My meathouse was saved from being torn down only by my ratting out my boss. (Though I think my being covered in swamp slime, bleeding from numerous cuts and my tongue hanging out with tired and thirst may have helped a bit too)

 Waiting for my boss to come and get me for work, she reminded me of that cougar I saw. Instead of armed with claws and fangs, she kept the dreaded cast iron frying pan close to hand.

It was an unsuspecting boss that stopped in front of our gate. My granny is out the door, off the porch and through the gate screaming like she was on fire! I don’t guess that you could have called it a “discussion” as she was doing all the talking, except for his “Yes ma-am” once in a while.

Oh. By the way. The moon travels from east to west, just like the sun. So instead of it setting on your shoulder when traveling the woods at night, just keep in on your right side. : )

2 comments on ““Just Keep the Moon Over Your Right Shoulder”

  1. Pat says:

    That was another good one. Keep them coming.

  2. I agree another awesome tale.

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