 Ye shall explode. We had two weeks of buck hunting season in my town when I was growing up in Pennsylvania. They probably still do. And if you went down to the two blocks in my downtown, because that's all we had, every other car pulled up to the curb had a buck strung on the front bumper. We didn't even have bungees back then. That's how tough it was. It had to be tied down with twine, just hanging there. I was like five, and it wasn't very cold out. There was a nice little snow coming down through the...