As outdoorsman,we all know that sometimes the unexpected happens--and danger comes our way.That's part of the allure for many of us--the call of the wild,if you will. In my own outdoor travels--I've tumbled into swift moving trout streams,gotten caught out in heavy snow,fallen on the ice so hard I thought I'd broken my back,fallen through the ice while tracking a swamp buck.....and moved in on wounded and growling bears in the brush and woods(which always came to a happy conclusion--bear steaks for dinner). But I think the closet I've ever come (so far) to being done in,in the great outdoors,was by a beaver! No--I was not attacked by a ferocious beaver....I was walking through a very thick swamp/marsh during a deer drive.I came to a spot where beavers had chewed off some small trees when I stumbled in the thick stuff. With my rifle in my right hand,I fell forward and a bit to my left--and almost fell flat --but my reflexes caused me to shoot out my left arm,catching myself from falling flat. Well--when I caught myself there was a sharp pain just beneath my left ribcage....a stump/beaver cutting,I would guess about 12 to 16 inches high and maybe a couple of inches in diameter,and coming to a sharp point,was poking me just beneath my ribcage--it did not break the skin with the hunting clothes I was wearing--but was jabbing me hard enough to be very uncomfortable. When I managed to get back up on my feet I contined with the drive. Later on I thought to myself that had my reflexes not caused me to shoot out my left arm in time...had I not managed to catch myself somehow,and had fallen flat...there's no doubt in my mind that the beaver cutting would have driven right through me! I would never have made it out of the woods. And yet,that place is still my favorite drive to this day. What was your closest shave in the outdoors?