Once upon a time I wanted a Potato Gun more than any other thing I knew of, and I had one, but I didn't know it was a Potato Gun until much later. After it was broken. When I examined it, after many years, I realized the true purpose of my spud gun. To shoot potato bits. Though I simply was not aware. And then it was too late. Now? My son has a Potato Gun. And he knows exactly what it is for. And I shall live vicariously through him. Added bonus? Also shoots apples.