Lastnight against the bish, I'm near thier base and spot an f6f higher than me at a little over 5000 yards away. I start a slow climb and head to him. He turns away and starts climbing. I turn away and give him my 6 to see if he'll take it. He turns. I turn back, ready for the engagement. He turns away again & starts climbing. This goes on until we are at 20k.
Just as I'm satisfied that this fight ain't happening, an f4u and a 110 appear 2k below me at 2 oc and they ain't runnin'. They are comin' for me, no doubt about it. As I'm lookin' at these 2 over my right wing, I glance forward. Guess who I see comin' right at me? The F6f.
Well, needless to say the fight was on. It went on for 3 or 4 minutes I guess. A fun 3 on 1. Just us. Nobody else jumping in. They bounced me all the way to the deck. My sole target was the f6f

. I missed a couple of shots on him. Just as I would line up, I would have to evade one of the others. He eventually hit the deck, hard. I don't know if he augered or what happened. I just saw him crash. I didn't get a kill. The f4u eventually got me but, what the heck. Twas fun anyway, 'cept for that skeerdycat.