He saw a couple of throwing knifes whizzing toward him. He dodged and ran to the source of the projectiles. I was the source. We had a heated battle indeed, there i was, with but two 7 inch knifes and small pistol in my belt. I never considered using the pistol untile one of my thusts got the better of me and lodged into a tree. With one knife left, i fought for my life. Then the tricky little primate slashed and knocked the knife from my other hand, i was defenseless. I grabbed for my pistol. TOO LATE!! As i unleashed the pistol, he punched me in the face with his free paw/hand. The pistol went flying a couple of feet away. He lunged at me with a fire in his eyes that meant one thing......KILL KILL KILL. He was out for blood. However, he made a mistake, he tripped and i landed a good kick to his head and managed to grap the gun and get one shot off before I realized.....he was GONE! The little bugger had run away. He knew better than to get in a gunfight with a knife. There would be otehr days and other fights, but this fight is still the best. I wonder where that monkey went?