Ty had thought he would have been safer closer to the woods where there should be less metal. He glanced behind him to make sure he'd seen the last of the kitchen shears, when he heard the now familiar sound of metal singing through the air. Quickly, he whipped behind a tree so that the knife could embed itself into the trunk.

Exhaling in relief at the close call, he peered out from behind the tree only to see the knife's mountain man of an owner. Holding up a hand in a wave, putting on his best smile, he still made no move to get out from behind the tree.

"You don't have anymore of those on you right?" And to answer the other question so as not to be rude, he added, "Ty Rhodes. Pleased to meet you. And you are?"

Other than looking like he had walked off the cover of some wilderness survival magazine.