Ah the country. Peace and...peace and...PEACE AND...QUIET!

It's no wonder legends like that of the Screaming Banshee have existed throughout history when you sit on a porch in the evening. As the last of the late night cars descends into the distance, and the quiet returns again you soon realize that you are not alone. Owls, Coyotes, and creatures that make an odd rustling noise - not big enough for bears, not small enough to avoid making an odd rustling noise - slowly begin their symphony. A symphony that can sound like you are being surrounded, and hunted. Calls from one position, and answers from another, sound like the chatter between 2 or more predators seeking to surround you. So it's no wonder that people who travelled the forests late at night would be scared stiff at the sound of a bats sonar, or the call of a wolf. They didn't have Discovery Channel to explain what those sounds were. They only had the legend of the Banshee.