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22 minutes ago, henryrski said:

The day my wife met my girlfriend.

 

 

My wife would say "good luck, honey, here're the keys."

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Cubby

Closest I ever came was walking my dog on the small river by my place. It was mid to late January. I had walked into town on the river to pick up a package at the local hardware store. On the way back I fell through the ice. I instinctively put my arms out to the side to prevent me from going under. it was -17 C outside. I was able to get out and walk to the local Chinese restaurant where I called my wife to pick me up with dry clothes. She was more freaked out than me.

 

What surprised me more was the water didn't feel cold at all and I not uncomfortable. I had full winter boots, snowmobile pants and a parka on.

 

The river isn't deep but I didn't touch bottom. But I was more worried about the dog falling through.

 

Anyway my story certainly doesn't compare to the ones above.

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Brad Eden

Jumping out of an airplane...twice, while at ZooMass Amherst around 1980. There was a campus parachute club. The Members were adrenaline junkies and bat shit crazy. The club offered classes in skydiving (for a fee) which culminated in a static line jump. The equipment was army surplus and the plane a tin can with a prop. (JoAnn who became my wife joined me and a couple other friends for the class and jump) I still can't believe or forget stepping out on a wing strut and letting go. Looking up to a filled round green chute was nice and floating under canopy was the quietest experience I've ever had. Toggling to stay in line with a flag being dragged around the landing field was fun, and the tuck and roll landing pretty cool. We even went back later and did a second jump. But, in retrospect the equipment was old and the Club Members and instructors ran the school to make money so they could afford their addiction to fly and free fall. We are all lucky to be alive quite frankly.

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Starsky

When I was just a youngster (6th grade), a massive wind storm hit Oregon on Columbus Day, 1963 with winds over 100 mph.  We got sent home at noon due to the weather.  Soon as I got home, I hoped on my bike and headed for my buddy's house.  We decided to ride down to the local shopping center about half a mile away.  Just as we pulled up to the back of the building, a huge gust hit and the entire roof of the building came off and smashed a couple dozen cars in the front parking lot.  Luckily, we were in the back.  Power lines were down and arcing all over the place and we couldn't ride back against the wind but some old guy gave us a ride back to my buddy's place.  The ironic thing is that my Dad was the contractor who built the building (and also rebuilt it).

 

When I was going to college, I spent a couple of summers working for a contractor in King Salmon, Alaska.  One Sunday we were fishing in Naknek Lake in an area called the Bay of Islands (Dick Sellers will know this area).  Another guy and I were in a little aluminum skiff and my uncle and 2 other fellows were in a Boston Whaler.  Calm as can be when we left the launch at the lake outlet and the fishing was fantastic at the Bay of Islands.  After fishing most of the day, the guy I was with decided we had better head back.  As soon as we got out from the shelter of the islands, we found out the wind had come up and the waves were substantial.  Unfortunately, we were at least 40 miles or more from the launch.  About 2 miles into the main body of the lake, a big wave broke on top of us and flipped the boat up on its side.  It settled back right side up but was completely full of water.  We were both thrown out of the boat but were close enough to grab onto it.  Luckily, my uncle had left the bay about 15 minutes after us and saw what happened.  They caught up to us and helped us get the boat bailed out and motor running.  Followed them all the way back to the launch and let me tell you, that was one cold trip.  I doubt if we would have made it if there hadn't been another boat around.  As it was, we didn't lose much except for a couple of fishing poles.

 

Be safe out there!

 

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crmartin

two evil wives

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Jack L

There was one day I was sure I had died.  

 

In grade school hanging on the monkey bars upside down, my legs came loose and  I fell straight down on my head on the cement.  Made it home and passed out.  When I woke up there was a bright light and nuns in habits standing all around me.  I was sure I had died and was in heaven....

 

Turns out I was at Mercy Hospital on the exam table.  Heck of a headache

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ThomGordon

Rolled a Jeep an approximate eight times, seat belt most likely saved my life. It gained me a Life Flight ride to the nearest ER. I remember half my body hanging outside the Jeep in mid roll and me pulling up my right leg thinking it was more important than the left. The Jeep rolled over the left leg fracturing my femur, fibula, tibia & pelvis in multiple places. Also, fractured eleven ribs & clavicle combined with collapsed lung, bruised kidneys, ruptured spleen, multiple lacerations & abrasions. I got lucky my noggin wasn't touched though I am teched from the incident. I seen something I'll never forget. Six months before I could walk again & still suffering from the injuries today

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Longrifle

I've had a lot of close calls, in the military and out, but the weirdest was when I was on a bridge in a heavy rainstorm. I was stunned top see the water coming over it and roaring down to the swollen river, and drove across with haste.  Two miles down the road the next bridge was out, so I turned around, and so was the one I stopped on not ten minutes earlier.

 

In the military I had a pretty good rapport with the reaper.  Once in Iraq I got roped into using my recon element as a convoy escort, and led a big gaggle of soft targets out of FOB Speicher in Tikrit, headed north.  Not ten trucks had cleared the gate before one dropped an axle or something.  We sat there like ducks on the road and waited for them to fix it.  Meanwhile the minesweepers came out on their daily evening run and stopped 50 yards in front of my hillbilly armored truck, and then backed up to me.  One of the guys put a lead suit on and went forward, and the radio guy said they saw what they thought was a stage 2 IED (planted, rigged, but not connected to the detonator yet).  The lead suit guy stops as he got close, then turned around and started running back to us.  Without missing a beat the RTO says, "hmm, I guess it might have been a stage 3 after all" and on cue there's a volcanic explosion and sparks in the sky from the shell fragments hitting each other from the various shells.  If that truck hadn't broke down I would have been in the middle of it.

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oldbird

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Running the lower Nantahala in flood in the '70's hadn't been done before. Scared ....less

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Curt

I've had a few exciting moments in my life where I might have died but was always lucky it seems.  Uncle Sam tried his best to finish me off in the 60's to no avail.  Survived a really bad car wreck that killed others but not me.  But the one that convinced me that it might be the end was the following.

 

Hunting ducks on Lake Erie the final week of the season about 1972.  Two of us were hunting the outer edge of the ice pack near Westfield, NY.  We'd hike out on the frozen ice to the edge where there was open water, the ducks would fly along that outer edge, we'd shoot them and the wind would blow them into the ice edge to be picked up.  The wind and waves had made that edge feet high in some areas and we were probably around 200 yards from shore.  I shot a duck flying by, it was all pass shooting, and it fell several yards out.  Soon it had drifted in against the ice pack so I set my gun down and crawled out on a little pinnacle of ice to grab it.  I was prone, reaching down for the duck when the ice pinnacle broke off and dumped me into Lake Erie head first.

At first I came up a few feet under the ice pack but made my way to the edge, reached up to grab the top edge of the ice and realized that I couldn't reach that high.  The weight of my wet clothes and boots all the shells in my pockets were weighing me down.  I made another attempt and as I reached up my hunting buddies hand grabbed mine and helped pull me back up onto the ice.  I recall being exhausted, gasping for breath as I lay there on the ice.  The other thing I recall is that by the time I hiked back to our car the coat I was wearing was frozen stiff as a board.

 

Actually came closer to real death last year when the electrical circuitry in my heart became screwed up and my heart rate dropped to 26 beats per minute for over a month.

Got it fixed and survived that one too.

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Brad Eden

I've dodged a few bullets like fallen from tree houses, almost bled to death after almost cutting my heel off jumping from a hay loft and landing on a coffee can, driven when very drink when a teenager with a hand over one eye so as not to see double (not proud of that), found myself seriously dehydrated after bird hunting way the hell in the middle of nowhere and almost passing out, but the closest I've really come to death was when me and JoAnn were driving on a very dark night in a rain storm after bird hunting in Jackman Maine. We were on a main road doing about 50 mph when out of nowhere a bull moose lurched into the road right off the passengers side front tire.  It was monstrous and all I could see was the rack and body. I had no time to react. It honestly was inches from my truck as we passed. I could see it in the road in my rear view mirror. Never forget it.

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Bob Blair

Like several others here some guys made some pretty fair attempts to kill me in a far away Asian tropical paradise about forty-some years ago. They were, in my case, unsuccessful and since then not much has bothered me.

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henryrski
18 hours ago, crmartin said:

two evil wives

At the same time???

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Greg Hartman
23 minutes ago, Bob Blair said:

Like several others here some guys made some pretty fair attempts to kill me in a far away Asian tropical paradise about forty-some years ago. They were, in my case, unsuccessful and since then not much has bothered me.

 

Pretty much the same thing here - as they say: shot at and missed; $hit at and hit.  Don't get too exercised about the various near misses in regular life, of which there have been a few - mostly involving crotch rocket motorcycles and two-seaters.

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ccavacini

Way back when....drank a couple bottles of champagne at my brother's wedding.  Close to death or wishing I was dead.

 

Next day I had to hitch hike back to college.  

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