Until this afternoon, I had assumed the mysterious "Whale Hunter" was the craft-beer equivalent of the contents of Marcellus Wallace's briefcase. Discussed, wondered at, but never actually seen. And then it happened. I'd been talking to the head beer guy at my local beer shop just a few minutes earlier about possibly getting something ordered from AleWerks in Williamsburg, and how hard it was for him to deal with people who aren't regulars who only want to score "rare beers". And lo, the Hunter did come riding in on a pale horse, and the death of good beer conversation followed him. The guy comes in, glances at the shelves, and quickly collars the nearest employee. He asks for Parabola, and the employee responds that, sadly, they sold out of Parabola some time ago. I verify this when the Whale Hunter seemed unconvinced. Still not to be deterred from his grand quest, the Whale Hunter proceeds to dig into his vast archive of beer knowledge and describe Parabola, so that the employee might be reminded of what something the employee helped stock himself looks and tastes like. The grand revelation: "It comes in a box. It's a single bottle." At this point, the beer guy I'd been talking to earlier intervenes. He does his job well, explaining with the appropriate amount of sympathy and seriousness that Parabola is no longer in their store, and has not been for some time. He tries to steer the Hunter towards different beers, first appealing to the "This is also rare" side of the Whale Hunter mind. That fails spectacularly, so the beer guy tries steering the Hunter towards beers that are just really solid brews instead. After about three solid agonizing minutes of the Hunter barely paying attention and the beer guy doing his best to acquit himself with dignity, the Hunter looks at the beer guy and says, in complete seriousness: "Do you have any KBS sitting around in the back?" Oh, how I would love to live in the magical world where there's KBS lying around for the taking. The beer guy tells the Hunter that they don't have KBS either. The Hunter looks surprised, mildly irritated and finally resigned in sequence, before saying goodbye and leaving. Without buying a single beer. I'd been struggling not to laugh out loud this whole time at the bizarreness of it all, but when it was finally over I didn't know if I would have rather laughed or cried. It was just surreal. Is this what it always feels like seeing a Whale Hunter in the flesh? Or did I just stumble across my neighborhood's Ahab?