I recently went a bird shootin' in south Alabama and have the bruise on my shoulder to prove it. Not to mention, that condom in my stool. I shoot stuff and stuff about once a year. I do it because the bird population needs thinning out. Especially the pen-raised bird population. I think we murdered something like 140 birds. They didn't stand a chance, what with their flapping wings and all and us with our double barrel shotguns. The only problem is that occasionally you bite into a bird and get a little shot in your mouth. It hurts. Luckily, another genius - not the one who created the Daytona 500 fragrance - has invented this: Bam! Now we can shoot the birds and bite into them right after they fall to the ground. Now we can use our pouches to store bread, mashed potatoes and other picnic essentials instead of dead birds. In other words, I can't wait for next year.