No, silly. It means he's going to fancy himself a mammoth hunter and bring you home a puny cervid with chronic wasting disease that you haven't got the faintest idea how to cook anyway.

Bon appetít!

You make sure to let him know how grateful you are for his provision while you order the kiddos an emergency pizza.

Greasy fat is better than prion disease. Priorities, amirite?

What a man!