the devil's footprint

Recently, the dog and I were walking along the river

late one afternoon in a remote area of the ranch.

Dusk was quickly falling,

 and I knew we'd better head back down the canyon.

As we turned to go home, 

something on the ground caught my eye.

Tracks.

Animal tracks, I thought.

I leaned over to look closely and took some pictures.

These were like no tracks I had ever seen before.

Not cow.

Nor deer, nor elk.

Not even mountain goat.

They gave me the creeps, 

and we high-tailed it back home.

I can't find anything on Google, 

and until someone can tell me otherwise,

they look like the devil's footprint.