crawfish, dead dogs, and attack trains

i took robyn to my lake house yesterday. I had crawfish for the first time this season and they were glorious. They were small and cold but i loved every last bite of those heaven sent creatures. We went for a little ride in the golf cart with hopes of seeing a few gators and robyn spotted something floating in the water. As we got closer i realized it was an animal. It looked like it might be a deer that got trapped in the swamp and drowned. She pointed out the fact that it wasn't a deer but a very large dog. Most people know that i love dogs and that when this fact hit me i was no longer excited by our find. I know longer had the desire to poke the animal with a stick. After a short evaluation i came to the conclusion that someone had hit the dog with a car and they through it into the swamp where it eventually drowned. We continued on our search for alligators and discovered only a old man fishing.
There are some train tracks close to my house that i have always wanted to explore and because it was too cold to go out on the lake i suggested we walk the tracks. We got to a bridge and started skippin rocks on the river by the rail road tracks. Every now and then we would hear a click and we could not figure out what it was. Starting to get used to it i noticed a light on the track that was once off was now lit. I mentioned this and at that second began to hear the usually relaxing sound of a train on an old rail road. With swamp on both sides we really had no choice but to make a run for the road or go for a little swim. of course we chose the former and ran for our lives. Obviously we made it but only by about 10 seconds and it gave us a nice scare.