A bit like the ill-fated nighttime barefoot story. In my defense this happened over 30 years ago and I was probably at the ripe old age of 19 or 20 (so not too bright).
Skiing with a buddy and one other girl in the evening. We finish skiing and decide to watch the sun go down from the boat in the middle of the lake, and have a cold one (maybe more, that memory isn't clear). It is a small, private lake and we are the only boat so we sit for some time drinking and talking. As we are slowly motoring back in, it seems like a perfect night to ski. In hindsight it would have been an even better idea if there had been any moonlight.
I realize after getting up, that I can't really see the boat, it is that dark, and the spotter in the boat can't really see me either. I start by just riding behind the boat because I can't really see much. But after a bit I decide to be less timid, I pull out to the right side, and feel the boat turning left. Since it is so dark and I can't see anything, I was mostly looking at the tip of my ski. The next thing I see is the the shore 6" off the tip of my ski...
So I hit the shore at something like 30-35 mph. Miraculously the shore where I hit was a muddy, even surface. I have no idea how far I flew and tumbled, but I remember slowly picking myself up and seeing if all by body parts worked. Somehow I came out unscathed, except being a bit stunned and maybe a bit in shock.
The boat driver said he couldn't see anything either until he saw the shore and cranked the boat hard left, then his spotter says "I think he might be down" and my buddy thinks "I think he might be dead". His only other thought was "Thankfully the boat is fine so Steve's Dad won't kill me"
Moral of the story is 19-20 year old males do NOT have good critical thinking skills.