In 1993 I had my Minolta Alpha 707si + Minolta 100-300mm hanging off my shoulder, a cup of hot coffee and a banana in one hand, and a plate of breakfast in the other hand. It was pretty early in the morning and I was walking from the campfire to a camp stool under a big tree right outside of the Great Zimbabwe ruins, where we had camped. I put my plate down on the camp stool, took the banana out of the hand with the coffee and placed it on the ground next to the stool and then straightened up in preparation to pick up the plate and sit down to chow down. A second or so had elapsed since my hand had left the banana at my feet and suddenly there was a gray blur and sensation of something rushing between my legs. I was certainly startled, but quickly turned and saw the monkey who had jumped off the tree, grabbed my banana, and was running away. I dropped the coffee and ran after him with my camera. I guess I ran almost 150 meters across a field with the monkey bandit way out in front of me until he jumped up on a small limb, settled down, and started eating my banana. I got closer and took this photo. As I walked back to my breakfast I felt it was a good trade.
Oh, by the way, I figured my breakfast would probably be gone too when I got back, but my companions saved it for me and enjoyed watching me running after the thief.
