Nadda this morning. Me and Emmett were going to hunt some white oaks in an SMZ, but plans changed once we crossed a foodplot going in. It’s been hammered. Tried to get Emmett to get in the loc-on we’ve got here, but he wouldn’t have it. He insisted that I hunt it. There’s no winning an argument with that old cod sack. So I’m here on the foodplot and he went to the SMZ.