While walking out of our local grocery store awhile back, I ran into a neighbor. I gave him the customary wave and head tip, but it was clear he wanted to talk. I pulled my cart over and we chatted awhile, but I kept wondering if he had something else he wanted to talk about. “Hey, I just got all my moose meat back from my hunt this fall. Ever had a moose steak? You’ve gotta come try one.” He sweetened the deal (back before I gave up alcohol) by offering me some rare fandangled beer. I thought h...