Funny thing, some people start out on their most primo stuff right next to the home bins/shop etc.  Can't believe how good it is.   Three weeks later when they're on the backside of a creek half a mile from the road where the buffaloes fornicate with the hoot owls and the deer ate 36 endrows and the farm hasn't had a dime invested in it since World War One, they get real quiet.    But maybe that's just a southern Iowa and Missouri phenomenon....