Most of what Michigan has to offer, Colorado doesn't want: armed militias, unemployment, or worse, Rich Rodriguez. One Michigan standby that we desperately needed: a jerky store, like the Jerky Outlet.Lined with wooden barrels overflowing with dried meats, this sparsely decorated Boulder mart is owned by a father and son who were inspired by a popular protein outpost in Michigan, a state where stores dedicated to jerky are as common as stores that sell the green stuff on South Broadway (a preponderance that should contribute to the opening of ever more jerky shacks). Standard fare is offered in pre-packaged bags or in bulk, from beef flavored with teriyaki, honey BBQ, peppercorn, and sweet-n-hot, to turkey with honey BBQ and cherry maple, to garlic, jalapeno, and chorizo flavored pork, called "Hunter's Sausage" in the store despite that name technically belonging to a specific long, thin Polish treat (That's what ona said). Things get gamy with salmon, venison, elk, and buffalo, then truly freaky with kangaroo and alligator, which don't keep like other jerkies and so must be stored in a mini fridge in back, right next to a baggie of 'shrooms and the liner notes from Panic's Ain't Life Grand. Also lining the shelves are hot pepper, garlic, salted, or Cajun deep-fried peanuts, un-spoilable food that should come in handy in the event of a communist invasion of Colorado -- and even in that unlikely event, we've got our own Wolverines.