Broken right ankle and left wrist from a fall down a hillside chasing a deer and found a hole with my leg, the ankle snapped clean, and the wrist broke when I tried to stop my fall so I wouldn't brain myself on the rocks. I had to set the bones myself because I was alone and the pack was back at camp, all I had with me was my leatherman. I ended up cutting my shirt into strips and used some sticks to make splints that extended past my arm and leg so that I could get back up the hill. I took advantage of the shock numbing the pain to get my shit back to my gear, and then found a suitable branch and used it as a crutch and hiked six miles back to the trailhead where I'd left my car and drove myself to the hospital.
Thank God I wasn't driving a stick shift or I'd have been fucked, and no I didn't have my phone, it ate shit in the fall.
