In 1997 I was high mountain elk hunting in Idaho. Standing above a drop off, my feet went out from under me and I found myself sliding down the hill towards a cliff. To stop I jammed my left foot against a rock. It held, but my momentum twisted my knee severely, completely tearing my ACL and damaging the miniscus. I crawled back up the hill, then used my rifle as a crutch to walk about 3 miles back to my truck. Later had complete ACL replacement surgery.


Last year my brother-in-law Miah took a load of buckshot in the facewhen his hunting partner, not knowing Miah's position, swung right at him after a dove in AZ. He ended up loosing his left eye,but they saved the right one.