Youch. What luck.

When I fired my 30/30 at the biggest deer I've seen in our swamp, my baggy gloves caught the hammer and slowed it down enough to not fire the round. The deer heard the noise and scooted.

This may be a tie, but funnier. I shot a doe with my bow years ago, tracked it, gutted it and was in the process of dragging it out to the nearest road when I lifted the deer over a log and twisted a vertabrea out of whack. It was fairly warm so I had taken my coat off and had on a white t-shirt. From gutting the deer, I had blood all over my arms and shirt. The pain from my back doubled me over and I hobbled out to the road to get my car just as another hunter was walking down the road. He yelled, "YOU ALL RIGHT BUDDY???" It appeared to him because I was doubled over with blood all over my shirt that I had fallen on my broadhead. Funny but painful.