About 15 years ago while elk hunting over by Cle Elum it was getting dark and myself and 4 or 5 other hunters in our group were unloading our rifles preparing to hop in a truck for the ride back to camp, we had an older gentleman in the group that had hunted with us for years and occassionally he would bring his wife along who had limited hunting experience. Well, she was in the process of unloading her 30-30 (levering each round out) when she accidently touched 1 off, I'm pretty sure that bullet passed within a foot of my head as I was standing about 5 ft in front of her and had just looked up when she touched off the shot, had a view of a muzzle blast I never care to see again, scared the crap out of me and shook her up so bad I heard she never carried a rifle again, don't know for sure as that was when I said the hell with guns and started bow hunting.

Then there was the 6 years I rode dirt bikes, can't remember how many times I cheated death there.