It is a rainy night in early summer. In the distance, one can faintly make out some unusual sounds. Drawing closer, the sounds become louder until the chorus is nearly deafening! The small wetland you stand along seems as though it should be infested with the owners of these voices but, scour though you may, there is not a creature to be found! This was exactly my experience amidst hundreds of perfectly-concealed gray treefrogs. The only reason I was so fortunate as to meet this vocal fellow was thanks to his choice of such an exposed perch. Lake Lure, NC.