Well luckily I don't have many..

Tried to catch a broadhead I knocked down from a treestand. I caught it alright. Grabbed the blades Ouch! It only took onve too realize this was a bad practice. But I blame my cat-like reflexes.

The silliest day ever was (not dangerous just silly):
We were up at camp in Clarion PA bow hunting Dad and I and I took my stepson then 11 or 12along. He was not hunting, just with me. He falls asleep next to me (ground hunting). A buck walks up the hill I wake him as quietly as possible. He is nervous and shaking and mumbles... good luck ..I love you. I said, buddy, he only has 1/2 a rack we are gonna let him walk. So the day goes on with a few more deer sightings and it's getting near dark. Still time to hunt but we are back in a pretty good ways so we start still hunting our way out. Once we get down to the creek crossing I gots to pee so bad I can't walk another step. I rest my bow on a stump and start doing my thing. This really nice buck comes down the trail, head on, to Tyler. The buck was oblivious to us and neither of us saw him cuz Tyler was inexpirienced and I was ummm..busy. The buck is like 10 yards away when he sees us and bolts up the mountain. My bow still on the stump. I finish my business and we walk to check the tracks as to how close this deer got to us..we are talking excitedly in virtually normal volume about what just transpired..My bow still on the stump mind you when another nice buck comes off the mountain behind us and runs right by us. It was a classic day that lives on and gets retold time and time again. It's funnier when an older and wiser Tyler tells the tale of when he almost got gored by a Monster.