I know this isn't what you mean but it brings up a funny story. My step grandad, we called him Sarge, would make me and my cousins load shells for him if we wanted to go hunting. So one cold day we were out in his freezing cold shop reloading shells for ourselves and he was being exceptionally grumpy. So we loaded him a couple of boxes of shells but in about every other shell we replaced the shot with wads of paper. We actually took the time to roll up wads of paper like shot. Next day we were out quail hunting and he tries to drop a bird with confetti. It was hilarious...........for a second.