Motherfucking fact.
My dad and his friend, who both have done summits around the PNW and Alaska, skiing at a local resort one winter. They called last run and made a conscious decision to call it easy. Down the cattrack, just cursing, and my dads friend snags an edge and falls weird. Tumbles and slides to a stop (80's, all gore-tex) and looks down to see his femur sticking through his ski pants.
Two seasons ago, I'm skiing with Ashley Z, a chick I met through NS. We're taking it easy and doing baller BC cruiser runs through some new April snow. End of the day, tons of great pictures, and we get to the cat-track after a huge run. Lifts are closing, so we head down it to the base, knowing this is the last run of the last day at this resort. I'm messing around on the side of the cat-track, hitting the ba-donk-a-donks and shit, and she follows... and somehow manages to snag a tree branch from under the snow. She slides 180, skids awkwardly, and hears a pop - its her ACL.