The man who sends this email wants to be anonymous, and that is cool as it can be.

My wife and I live in deep southern Illinois.

This area is referenced to as the Illinois Ozarks with the topography being much different

than the bulk of the state.

The terrain is more diverse, complete with crystal clear creeks, steep hills, river bottoms

and large swaths of wooded areas in Swampland.

The Shawnee National Forest comprises a large part of the portion of the state as well.

I'm a dog trainer.

I own a kennel operation outside of a small community.

We live approximately five miles from town, with stretches of woods and creeks surrounding

our home in kennel.

Ten years ago on an October evening, I was sitting in my recliner in the living room watching

television.

My wife was in the back bedroom watching TV there.

I would guess that it was around eight p.m. possibly a bit later.

Our living room, where I was at, is on the backside of our house, which butts up against

the section of woods.

We have large windows on this back wall, providing a great view of the backyard and woods.

My wife was in the front porch of the house on the northeast corner.

There's only one window in that bedroom, and it's normally difficult to hear much

going on outside from that area.

While closer to our kennels, the house is well insulated, and you can barely hear the

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