I was watching a friend prepare a game bird for dinner. Mindful of the dental damage steel shots can cause, he started by discarding portions of the bird - too small, too much trouble. Then, to my amazement, he took the breast and started to mash it. Here a BB, there a BB - If he misses any the dentist is sure to know. What started out as a game bird, became a small pile of glop. Grab a bottle, a top, and a label, and you got baby food. DANG!

I left my friend to his dining experience, went home, and started testing. A little of this, a little of that, a dash or two of such and such, gun powder, a shell, hardened seasoned pellets BANG! The bird falls down - the seasoned pellets are in place. The heat from the stove melts the pellets. The result? Nibbles of wings and drummies, chunks of breast - no glop. No glop. No dentist. Hello world! Let’s eat!

As news of my invention spread, the reactions from hunters and non-hunters alike have been electrifying - first amusement, then amazement.