I have one
Meta Hills, Zambia 1973 or 4
This is what we knew as the ''muddy pool''
Not that impressive really - but significant in my childish memory - therefore more relevant than adult experiences (of which I'm sure we all have many)
Anyway ....
I and a childhood friend were out shooting - each with our cherished (and they were cherished) .22LRs
I was bet that I wouldn't walk across the old bridge at the far end of the pool - there remained only the twin parallel steel girders - you can see them in the pic
I walked on the girders, slipped and fell in
As I knew the pool was full of croc I was swimming before hitting the water
My splashing soaked the red loam banks and I couldn't gain sufficient purchase to get out
My mate - un-fazed - held out the barrel of his .22 which I grabbed hold of - he then hauled me out
''Bugger me'' - he exclaimed upon my safe retrieval - ''my rifle was loaded!''
Further examination revealed that indeed it was
Furthermore he had not troubled himself with the safety catch
My luck ran out some weeks later when I laid my rifle upon the ground to retrieve some spilt ammo
His sister (who was accompanying us) picked it up and pulled the trigger hitting me in the upper thigh
But that - as the say - is a different tale