A full moon when snow is sitting on the ground is what poachers, keepers and bomber pilots dream of.
When there are no leaves on the trees and a bright sky roosting Pheasants are plain to see in the tree canopy, and very easy for poachers to pick off with an air rifle or catapult, a particularly canny poacher will have noted where they roost by their droppings on the ground before it snows.
Gamekeepers like it too as the tracks of animals, and poachers alike, can be seen even in the middle of the night, so they can tell who, or what, is on their patch, also smells are somehow sharper on such a night so foxes, or tobacco smoke can be sniffed out.
Bombers in the Second World War found full moons and snow on the ground to be a deadly useful combination for raids, but so did ground-to-air gunners with their ak-ak cannons.
Policemen on their rounds like following footprints in the snow on a moonlit night as well, many burglars have been followed and arrested at their home!
Winter Moon
Brightly the moon like a jewel is beaming, White in the east, o’er a lone landscape gleaming.
Over the meadows and over the snow, Glimmering, shimmering, silvery glow.
Low in the east, when the gloaming is ending, Slowly this white winter moon is ascending, Looming so large and appearing so nigh, Satellite framed by a star-spangled sky.
High in the sky, with soft radiance teeming, Nigh to the time when men, women, are dreaming,
Weird is her splendor on valley and hill, Cold is her gleam upon river and rill.
Brightly the moon like a jewel is shining, White in the west she is slowly declining;
Beautiful Moon! Which beams gorgeous and grand Over the homes of our own Native Land.
Charles Nevers Holmes (1872-1930).
A B-H
Northwest Nature and History 
Nice post ✍️
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