This is my take on the article I found at Jeff Rense about a woman in Devon England who found hoof prints in her back garden. Now anyone in Canada and probably the United States as well, hell probably over most of Europe, can see that the prints in this picture are most likely from deer, what kind of deer would be up for debate, but deer non-the-less. BUT in England, they have scientists saying that they can't be explained! They are, in fact, trying to find out if they were caused by a hare or rabbit hopping on it's hind legs. *insert eye roll here*
Now, I realize that there isn't much snow in Devon, but really, doesn't everyone know that England has deer? Couldn't anybody figure that out? Like really, in 1855 when the "phenomenon" was originally seen, villagers blamed the prints on Satan and the local church for having changed the prayer book. Apparently when you change your style of praying you're inviting Satan to come around for a visit. Yeah right *snigger, snigger, snort*
Have people not actually seen any deer in Devon, ever? Or do deer only show up there every 150 years or so, that their tracks are so unrecognizable? To play devil's advocate here (pardon the sad pun), but if these tracks were indeed made by Satan, are the people there so incredibly holy that there is only a small window of time that Satan can come around and visit them? And if he had come around, where are all the evil things he must have done? After all, Satan is evil, right, so what happenings will be attributed to his appearance? Not a one, according to this article, but I suppose time will tell what people will blame on the appearance of these prints.
Being superstitious has got to be, at the very least, part of the problem with not being able to identify these prints. I find it very interesting that this article was posted on Friday the 13th, 2 days before the Ides Of March (today :D ) and 4 days in total before St. Patrick’s Day. Talk about a superstition festival! What kind of Supernatural Phenomenon will be happening in your neck-of-the-woods this week? If anything does, please tell all!
hey skye:
ReplyDeletedo you think the whole thing is a prank?
It has that feel to it.
Cheers Skye
ReplyDeleteThose scientists are a superstitious lot and they are also too stupid to type in "deer footprints in snow" into google images, honestly!
Actually people are a bit superstitious here but then again a lot of strange things do happen in Devon.
Deer are very common in most parts of the countryside in the UK but snow is more unusual. If it was a townie who saw the tracks they might be a bit confused but I would have thought the "scientists" could have figured this one out.
The old Devon story for you all;
On the night of 8-9 February 1855 and one or two later nights, after a light snowfall, a series of hoof-like marks appeared in the snow. These footprints, measuring 1.5 to 2.5 inches wide and eight inches apart, continued throughout the countryside for a total of over 100 miles, and, although veering at various points, for the greater part of their course followed straight lines.Houses, rivers, haystacks and other obstacles were travelled straight over, and footprints appeared on the tops of snow-covered roofs and high walls which lay in the footprints' path, as well as leading up to and exiting various drain pipes of as small as a four inch diameter.
The area in which the prints appeared extended from Exmouth, up to Topsham, and across the river Exe to Dawlish and Teignmouth. R.H. Busk, in an article published in Notes and Queries decades later, stated that footprints also appeared further afield, as far south as Totnes and Torquay, and that there were other reports of the prints further afield in Weymouth (Dorset) and even Lincolnshire. In each case, the prints would go on for miles and miles before abruptly stopping.
There were also attendant rumours about sightings of a "devil-like figure" in the Devon area during the scare. Many townspeople armed themselves and attempted to track down the beast responsible, without success.
Hullo Skye,
ReplyDeleteAs for deer in Devon, English John is your man. I asked him if they have deer in devon and apparently they do. He was somewhat less unequivocal as to whether they have satan there. But either way if you pop over he has a story about tracks in the snow in the comments (of his most recent thing). Very spooky!
No Penny, somehow I don't believe it's a prank. Not after reading John's comment anyway :)
ReplyDeleteThanks John, I thought there was at least a bit of superstition behind the article!
ReplyDeleteThank you also for your telling the story of the original "Devil Sighting" :)
Thank you Nobody, now all I have to do is see if I can find this English John, I like spooky :D
ReplyDeletei think they're just trying to secure a paycheck by acting like this is some super mystery they need to research.
ReplyDeletecus really?
I suppose that is always possible, but like really, don't they have better things to research!?! :D
ReplyDeleteNobody, John, Penny and whoever as Skye well knows I have several thousand deer on my land along with moose and I know deer tracks when I see them, and these are deer tracks.
ReplyDeleteI mean really is there just no one in the UK with enough sense to regognize these for what they are?
Having spent several years in the UK I know that the British can't cook, the brew they call beer tastes like fairy pee and they are stupidstitious to the 9th degree but really give me a fucking break.
I can certainly attest to that Silv. I just wonder though, what exactly, they thought when they saw the "raisinettes" in and amongst the deer tracks!?!
ReplyDeleteAh Silv, you really must write a book. Perhaps you could call it 'Why Every Place I Ever Went To Is Rubbish'. Ha ha ha.
ReplyDeleteHonestly Silv, there must have been something good there. I recall liking Scotch Eggs. Also the sweets trolley at Snell's in Salisbury was very good. Mind you I was ten, but whatever.
raisinettes
ReplyDeletegood one
a little larger then that though wouldn't they be?
I call goose poop green cigars.
I guess times are really bad that the poor old Devil can't even take an evening stroll, you know to settle his stomach after some spicey meal!!
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buffy
Nobody, there are several different kinds of books Silv should write. You would be lucky to hear half the stories from his childhood that he has regaled me with.
ReplyDeleteAs for there having been anything good there, well I'll have to let Silv answer that.
No Penny, actually deer droppings really are about the size of raisinettes. For such a big animal, they have small turds. They actually look like rabbit turds, not a whole lot bigger at any rate!
ReplyDeleteHahahaaa Buffy, good point! Seeing as I used to be referred to as Devil Spawn, I totally understand why that evening constitutional has always been one of my enjoyments :D
ReplyDeleteNobody I have been to one place that was perfect. Can't seem to remember her last name, no matter it was heaven. She lived in Some small hamlet just outside of Bangkok as I recall. Cheap too.
ReplyDeleteAs for writing a book, sure just for you Sunshine. Perhaps I'll entitle it 'Why Every Place I Ever Went To Is Rubbish'. Yuh know something catchy and original.
But in all seriousness I preferred the slums of Saigon to the best that England had to offer, better food , better weather and oooh the nightlife.
skye?
ReplyDeletedevil spawn?
lol!!!!!
said in jest only, I am sure.
No jest Penny, my mother's got the sense of humor of a mac truck about to run you over. Totally non-existant!
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