I was raised in the small town of Dry Prong Louisiana. We spent many a night in the woods camping. Most of the time in the swamps around Little River.
Well one night we were sitting in camp listening to the sounds of the night, and watching the ligntning bugs as they floated in the still air.
All of the sudden the woods came alive with screaming, not like any thing I ever heard in my life. I know what panthers, and wild boares sound like, but this was one sound I will never forget.