My brother rode a ladder down the side of a house when he was doing some chimney work for a guy. Broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, lots of pulled chest muscles. Pennsylvania deer season rolled around, and he was determined to hunt. We're lucky to have good crossings right behind camp. He walked out about 200 yards behind the cabin and parked watching a trail. He had to find a spot where he could sit behind a log that was chest high, as he couldn't even raise his rifle. He rested the rifle on the log and proceeded to shoot a nice buck in about 20 minutes. No help showed up, so he spent about an hour gutting the deer with one hand, as his other arm was in a cast. The cavalry finally showed up when he had the job done in the form of one of our other guys who drug it in for him. It took him close to an hour to walk the 200 yards back to camp. He was in a lot of pain, and slept for about 12 hours after getting back.
We told him maybe he should get hurt more often.
