 I was getting into the weekend, and it was kind of a slow day on Friday, if I recall it. And I get a text, which I was not expecting. This is normally a Saturday text, but, you know, that you had killed a deer. Yes. And I thought, well, good for Bubba, you know, because we'd struck out at Dream Ranch, you know, and went down swinging. Ours, I should say, in your case, went down firing.