 Who remembers the 11th high point in your life? Hunting 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.