 Who remembers the 11th high point in your life? I think with my father, you know, to be there for his last moose, you know, when he was 79 years old, and my having him there for my first white-tailed deer when I was 14 years old. I mean, those are two amazing memories that, you know, they mean a lot to me. And I don't know if they're number 11 on the list, but, again, because of family. And I've said this before.