 But I don't know about going over those ruts and everything. That seemed like that'd be a rough ride. I'd love to be hunting and look coming down the trail of Bubba on one of them sick ways. Well, you know what? Unless she's looking at me, you'd never hear me. I'd be the wind. You know what you need to do that, don't you, Bubba? Something just came through here. Was it the wind or was it Bubba? Can I say this again, too? I'm going to try this again. I love things that don't make noise.