The weekend before last, my wife and I hunted a wild rice lake about 40 minutes from our house. We had a great evening shoot, and were in good spirits. Coming down a remote old highway that runs along the Canadian side of the Ontario/Minnesota border, it was pitch black out and I had the brush lights running on the truck. We come to a curve and as I make the turn, something caught my eye in the bush - something red and shiny, but I didn't stop. A minute later, it was still bugging me what that red thing was, so I turn back and when we pull up and shine the lights in the bush, its clear that its a motorcycle. The area is bad for break-ins and stolen cars, so my first thought is someone ditched a stolen bike in the bush. I left my wife in the truck, got my headlamp and went in for a look. I noticed something laying on the ground, so went a bit closer and came upon the rider, who had clearly broken his neck upon going off the road. There was nothing I could do for him, and we had no cell service so we set the odometer on the truck to zero and drove to the highway. When we called 911 we were able to give them the Kilometer mark, but it still took them about an hour and a half to find him. Makes me think that if we hadn't stopped, and if the snow covered him up he may have been there till spring.
It was pretty eerie and surreal, especially on such a dark, black night. Sure changed our spirits in a hurry. Sounds like he was a nice, regular guy with a family and just made a bad turn.