Last night, Charlie and I took our routine walk along the river dike amidst a consistent wind. As we walked along, we came up to cement blocks with poles coming out of them. I assume they provide access to some sort of piping or markers. The wind rushing around them created reverberating whirring and moaning sounds through the poles. Charlie was confused; I was entranced. Then, looking past the poles, I saw a pair of eyes looking at me in the shadow of the dike. When we walked closer, it ran towards the river in the dark. I thought it might be a coyote, but I suddenly heard loud crashing through the river, too loud for a coyote. We walked a little further, and I saw the white tails bouncing into the woods on the other side of the river. Charlie and I kept going, and I wondered if anyone hunts the woods along the bank.