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Wow! Those are some stories. My two aren't nearly as involved as some of yours, but here goes:
1) Fell out of a tree overlooking a ravine. Yes, I rolled down the ravine. Not too far, and no broken bones, but good size bruises and cuts.
2) Having been told by a fellow woodchuck hunter whom I had never met before that he had the back of my head, which he mistook for a woodchuck at 300 yards, in the crosshairs of his .22-250! I was in a prone position at the time, he was that far behind me, and I guess I stood up at just the right time! Needless to say, I now wear a blaze orange cap whenever I hunt woodchucks.
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