when eating bacon, eggs, steak, spicy wings, and mashed potatoes with my Remington 870 12 gauge over my shoulder and my Sig Sauer .45ACP at my side. Then my smart-mouthed friend Will asked why I don’t use my guns to eat. Well, I couldn’t get that idea out of my head. It ate at me. I no longer felt like a real American with those guns just sitting there unused. So I rigged up a shell with a reduced charge and packed it with bacon bits and mashed potatoes. The idea is that my friend Will can hold the gun up, I open my mouth, and he pulls the trigger. I can’t wait to try it. Go, America!