November 1, 2019
Walking through a Louisiana swamp at night, the moon is full and the fog hangs low on the surface of an old bayou. All around, there is the movement of unseen life – the rustle of the swamp rabbit in the underbrush, the hoot of a barred owl, and maybe even a soft splash of an alligator as it slithers down the bank. Suddenly, the night is pierced by a distant howl. Could it be the howl of a ghost of the nearly extinct red wolf that once roamed the swamps and marshes of Louisiana? Or…could it be…a “rougarou”?