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A Harley Riding-Buddy of mine hit a turkey in Wilderness State Park near Mackinaw City about twenty five years ago. He was doing about fifty miles per hour when the bird flew out of the ditch directly in front of him. Well, when he hit it, the turkey exploded into a big cloud of feathers that I rode through, wondering what the heck happened. Both of us were riding Fat Boys and we pulled over. His Headlamp lens was broken and feathers were stuck in the cooling fins of his engine. His Headlamp nacelle was also dented. I kept a few feathers as a souvenir, and we rode straight to the Keyhole Bar to unwind and discuss our adventure and luck. That was the closest I ever came to hitting anything in over twenty years of riding.