I've got two. First was when I was a kid doing a deer drive with my brother. He was on ridge while I was on shelf, still hunting in unison. I bumped up some deer out of briars and he shot down, dropping a big 9pt. It was more than 100yds ahead of me but I saw it drop. Being an idiot kid I ran up to the deer, grabbed his horns, and began pulling him out toward the open. You guessed it. He wasn't dead. That big ole bruiser stood up and began trying to thrash his head, with me attached. I just knew I was dead. Luckily he was dead enough that he didn't have full strength. I was able to cut his throat with my skinning knife, holding on for dear life(pun intended) as he expired. My brother, at the time a budding taxidermist, comes down to see all the commotion and gets mad because I ruined the cape!
Same brother visited last year for the velvet hunt. It was last evening and a bad storm was rolling in. We were texting back & forth deciding to climb down because the wind had picked up strong and there was thunder in the distance. But before I climbed down, a 10pt stepped out at 17yds. Of course I shot him. So I texted my brother who was on other side of property & told him come to me rather than meeting at truck. He was there within minutes but by now the rain was coming, wind howling, and thunder closer. As he approached, I grabbed the barbwire fence so we could cross & retrieve the buck lying 40yds on other side. Next thing I know I'm on the ground seeing stars and ears ringing. Lighting had hit somewhere nearby on the fence and blasted me. My brother said there were sparks & arcs all over me. My hands, legs, and bow were burnt, and my face had severe welder burn. Otherwise I was fine.
I have not hunted with him since