Definitely quilting. Rotary cutters are sharp, man. And you should see my torn-up fingertips after a day of sewing.
Hucking waterfalls:
“One hot morning as we lay about the dock thinking adventurous thoughts down at the Sudbury Canoe Club, a woman walking along the boardwalk stopped and asked what we were doing, or at least that is what we think she was asking, for she did not speak French or English – only German with a thick Bavarian accent which defies both description and translation. She was a scraggly thing with jewelry attached to her runny nose, so we assumed that she must be a Euro-punk who through a cosmic mistake landed up in Sudbury looking for a meal. Turns out we were right.”
“Not being able to communicate verbally, we thought that the best way to explain what we were doing was through example. We loaded the trailer, drove up a skidder trail near River Valley, put the waif in an old, expendable R-5 kayak, and waved in a friendly and encouraging manner as she drifted off the Temagami’s Island Falls. Driving home at the end of the day, our guest had a smile on her face, so we assumed that she liked paddling with us.”
Cave diving has to be one of the most dangerous things you can do.
The number of deaths does not necassarily appear to be all that great, until you look at how many actually do this insane sport.
Imagine having to surface in an undergound pool quickly, and starting to get the bends, but still be a couple hundred feet underground in a cave system.
http://www.sptimes.com/2004/06/16/Hernando/Lost_diver_found_in_i.shtml
http://www.jm000.net/dangers.html
Look up cave diving death on google, see what I mean.
Urban infiltration can be pretty scary at times.
I’ll put in a vote for motorcycle racing.
Nah.
That ain’t scary.
Growing pot
Bungee jumping with a rope that’s too long has got to be up there.
Having a fully equipped wood shop with a fully stocked beer fridge?
Scary, guys. Not dangerous. Neccessarily.
Go to a true urban pickup game some day ad holler “I’m next”.
No, don’t. Unless you know.
Scary, but not especially dangerous:
Standing at a cyclone fence, with your fingers hooked in it, and having a mach two basketball hit that fence exactly where your nose would be if the fence wasn’t there. Or worse, a 250lb sweaty, aggressive, and very noisey man do the same.
Do not run, it only triggers a pregatory instinct. 
in Alaska? I thought…
Playing Gaelic Football in the Dublin Football Championship. Can get very rough, very quickly.
Well maybe not here or Berkeley, CA
We are probably a bit safer thank some places.
Do they play “casual” but serious games, like in parks and such?
American touch football can quickly loose the “touch” qualifier. Especially if there’s beer involved and girls watching (and cheering).
Base jumping is pretty damn dangerous. It has some insanely high casualty rate. The guy that invented the sport back in 1978 died doing it in 1984. That should have been a tip-off to everyone else.
Not the game per se, but the scariest pre-game freakout is watching the New Zealand All Blacks doing the Haka.
Especially the part where those guys are going to charge you afterwards. Gah! 
Like, he MUST impregnate something, NOW! ? :eek:
I did class B public fireworks displays (smaller hand fired shows) for awhile.
By hand fired i mean walking up to the mortar with a road flair,…Very life affirming
Okay, that’ll do it. :eek:
Cool. 
You wanna pass that over, dude.