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I saved someone's life in the back woods while backpacking.

We tried to cross a water crossing we should NOT have tried to cross, whitewater and way too fast. A few folks came down the other side of the trail and we eventually rigged our bear ropes into a hand hold across the river, maybe 40' wide. Took about 10min to cross and I almost got swept away. First one from their group to cross got stuck, lost her footing, and was holding onto the rope with like 3 fingers. I rushed out and grabbed her pack. Not sure how I got back there so quick but hauld her back up and helped the rest cross. When I got back to the other side my legs were cut TF up from the rocks.

I dont cross white water now.

Of all my stories about the many stupid things I've done, somehow the only one that gets reliably met with skepticism is the time I was very nearly killed by the worlds largest giraffe puppet. It's bizarre, you'd think it would be the bowling ball cannon blowing up or the forklift jousting incident or further BS like that, but nope. Giant puppet death, that's unbelievable.

How did I end up in this Reddit thread

There was a 3 year period of my life where almost every tragedy you could think of happened weekly. It got to a comical degree of stupid

This is gonna be absolutely crazy and coincidental since seemingly everyone here has a moose story, but my freshman year of highschool we had a bit of a lockdown because a moose wandered on campus. Our school was nowhere near a forest or any other area where it could have easily wandered over. Our school was pretty far in our pretty big city.

This is not me playing a bit because of all the moose comments. I thought it was a deer, until I asked my mom because I couldn't remember whether I was right or not. I only remembered it wasn't super serious, but we were told we couldn't go outside because of it and I think we were also told to stay away from the windows as well, as a safety precaution.

I was in the middle of English in the morning when this was happening.

Edit:

I don't remember how it got onto our campus and might look it up later. Might even leave another edit with how it got on campus.

I don't expect people to believe things just because I say I experienced them, but can't think of anything that's happened that NOBODY believes, I am much more often surprised by how much they do.

I've worked on communication towers for about 25 years now. Back when I first started (like 2 years), a hawk swooped down a hit me in the back of the head.

The one guy on the ground didn't see. Old hardhat, so hard to till what marks it left. I'm betting it did leave some kind of mark, it kinda rang my bell.

Had a green baklava on over the hardhat, so I don't think it confused me with something else. No nest on the tower, but it did have a nest somewhat near by.

Edit: "hard to tell" "balaclava"

Why are there no ghost stories in this thread... Im disappointed.

A Møøse once bit my sister... No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink"...