There is an area just east of New Orleans where the Pearl River flows carrying water towards the Gulf of Mexico. The area is swampy, a condition the river itself tends to help create. Like many rivers, as the water nears the mouth of that river it splits into channels. This divides the land between the various channels.
This area is partially in Louisiana, and partially in Mississippi. It is an area that attracts fishermen and hunters. Often bountiful crayfish catches have been made in the swamp. So, humans do enter the swamp.
When I was in my twenties there was a rash of sightings of what was called the Honey Island Swamp Monster. People would see fleeting shadows. Others would report deep claw scratching on trees. No one photographed the monster, but there were frequent reports of it. By frequent I mean annual.
Although I did much fishing and crayfishing in my twenties with my brothers, I never went into the Honey Island Swamp. We spoke of it, but had a fear. Our fear was not of the monster, but the state line is not clear, and the penalty for fishing in Mississippi with only a Louisiana license was enough to keep us away.
People offered possible animals that could have been mistaken as the monster. The area is home to wild boars, which can grow to a large size. Another possibility was the black bear, which could leave claw marks.
Well, for decades the monster has made little news. Younger people today may not have heard of the Honey Island Swamp Monster.
I mentioned the tyrannosaurus under the bed. But today I was with my three year old grand-daughter who tells us of the dinosaur under her bed. I have never mentioned the tyrannosaurus so as not to frighten her, but we each had/have the same childhood fear, something lurking in the dark down there. So swamp monsters lurk in the nether darkness of the swamp. Maybe the real location of the monster is our subconscious minds and we project it into dark and/or dangerous locations. It is not without significance that we locate the Devil, the ultimate monster, in the underworld.The Mayans had an idea of the underworld as mud-filled, a swamp in fact.
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As long as the topography is the same, and the wind direction repeats, it certainly could repeat. Some high mountains have a cloud feature that is close to permanent called a banner cloud.
The problem was that moving cloud encountered the summit, The centre rose above it and the sides went round, but due to the topography of the mountain each of the side streams divided into two, making it look as though there were arms and legs, with the centre being the head. This phenomenon could happen again.
Clouds at summits are not unusual, and replicating wind direction can cause a similar appearance that repeats or persists. So, it is possible many will see a similar feature over time.
The legend started when a mountaineer saw a cloud formation that had human shape. It was actually clouds moving round the summit. While he was descending the peak he claimed that in the mist into which he had walked he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He ran down in terror.
Fear and disorientation in mist is common. My second son [then aged 10] once suffered it on Snowdon,] but fortunately I was there to support him.
But the legend of the Great Grey Man has grown so much that he is said to be hair-covered, ten feet tall and to walk with huge strides. You see how the blanks are being filled in.
Imagination is a real issue, and once having heard of some legend one can easily fill in blanks with the mind.
I think that when we are alone in wild places our imaginations begin to work overtime. Noises acquire new significance, and shadows become threatening.
In Britain we have the legend of the Great Grey Man of Ben Macdui, a ten foot giant said to haunt the mountain.Some claim to have seen him, but this is imagination working without control. The legend has grown around peculiarly shaped cloud formations rising over the summit, and any crunching of gravel on the mountain, which is explicable as falling scree, is perceived as his footsteps.Where a giant would live on that rocky Scottish summit is not explained.
The problem is a legal one. There could be a large fine and have one's fishing or hunting equipment confiscated.
blackspanielgallery, Thank you for the legends and the products. What are the consequences of being in Mississippi with a Louisiana license and vice versa? Is it terrain or tradition that leaves the boundary between Louisiana and Mississippi unclear in the Honey Island Swamp?