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I'm not sure if this story is true, but it has stuck with me for years now. Y'all be careful with sharp things in the middle of nowhere.
On my first mule deer hunting trip I was crawling up on some bucks in a big bowl. A friend was directly behind me, he was going to crawl halfway with me, then stop and be my eyes as I got closer. When we got to his stopping point I realized I didn't have my windicator bottle so I asked him to grab it for me so I didn't have to drop my pack yet. He said he couldn't get in the pocket because of a strap so I told him to undo it and then snap it back. He undid it, handed me my windicator and off I went... turns out he never re-snapped the strap.
Also turns out that strap was for my hip quiver... which, as I continued to crawl slowly worked it's way around my body and between my legs. As I made my next move I felt slicing and a very warm feeling on my inner thigh... my broadhead was slightly exposed, and a razor sharp edge sliced through my pants, through my boxer briefs and through my leg, but thankfully only about 1/4" deep. 5" of super clean slice. It bled. A Lot.
Ultimately with some quick clot and some compression I got it stopped and even continued the stalk (probably 20ish minutes later). slightly deeper or slightly different spot and it could have been a bad ending. That said, it would have been a beautiful place to die.