California law requires a tooth from every harvested black bear. You cannot pull it in the field. You haul the bear in. The tooth is extracted, tagged, and sent in for age and population data. Skip it and the tag is void.
Lockjaw.
By the time the bear is in, rigor mortis has set. The jaw clamps shut with a force that humbles anyone who has not worked it. Hunters were jamming in sticks, wedging rocks, prying with knife handles.
Teeth got snapped. Tools slipped. Nobody was selling a real solution, because nobody had built one.
The First Bite.
So I built it. Carbon-fiber infused. Jaw-opening geometry engineered to hold against a predator's bite pressure. Sized to slide in clean and stay locked.
The original Last Bite came off the bench and straight into the field, tested on the jaw of the bear that started this.
The Line.
From there the line grew. The Mini for smaller game. The Grizzly for the biggest predators on this continent. The Gator Bite for a different kind of apex. The Last Rest for what comes after the work is done.
Every one of them traces back to that first problem nobody had solved.