 And as I'm trying to get the other shell in, it gets it all jammed up. McGee, what are you doing? So I'm sitting there, and I'm mad. I'm mad. I'm dogging myself. I'm kind of like Greg, you know, when he gets mad about something. And the gun is jammed, and I'm trying to get it. Well, sure enough, I look up, and here comes the eight-point again, full-bore trot coming across the field, coming at me this time. And you got rubber in your gun. At an angle from 300 to my leg. And I'm working on that thing. I got my keys. You know, I'm trying to get it up.