Many years ago, when smuggling was rife, some Wiltshire men were bringing home kegs of illegal brandy by moonlight. Crossing a bridge the donkey drawing the cart bolted and the barrels fell into the stream below.
While the yokels were trying to rescue the barrels with some hay rakes they found nearby, an excise officer rode up and started asking questions. The quick thinking yokels explained that they were raking for the cheese they could see in the water. The ziseman, taken in by the story rode off thinking the stupid yokels were raking at the shadow of the moon. The floating barrels were soon retrieved and the title Moonraker has been linked to Wiltshire folk ever since.
tenbears10 said:One of my friends favorite phrases after a particularly heavy night on the sauce was that he was rough as 10 bears, as it seemed to be me who was the roughest more often than not (I was young it's not big and clever) I got the nickname.
The first time I needed a user name I thought of tenbears and it was already taken so it had to be tenbears10.
So nothing to do with any cool native American heritage I'm afraid.
Bill
I always find local history and lore interesting and often interwoven into places names, legend and the landscape it is good that they continue in local usagenomade said:Thanks Moonraker, you've answered the queston I have been asking myself the first time I saw your name and since! Found it very poetical anyway, but the story behind it is quite something!
Now that is class ! :respekt:maddave said:I suppose doing a naked wheelie past the Bull 'ith' Thorn pub Near Ashbourne may have contributed to it as well :icon_redf