I can tell you apart from bunny hopping over logs and little bits I don't do anything radical any more - the reason being I learnt my lesson through injuries.
The contrast between that testosterone filled, pre-jump thought of "oh yes here we go, this time let's try for a clear 6 feet of air our of the lip" and that post jump highly paniced feeling of vulnerability "oh **** I think I've broken my leg, I can't get home, I'll be in plaster for 8 weeks and I'm in total agony" is hard to emphasise to someone who hasn't experienced the before and after.
One of my close friends (we're all now around 35) conveniently forgot his lesson and started messing about on jumps on his full suss MTB, then he landed one time and virtually impaled himself on his bars - suffered a hernia and was off his bike for nearly three months. There comes a time when you just think it's not worth the chance of failure.