For about the last 70 years the most active you were likely to see a tasmanian tiger was pacing the 12 inches back and forth from a Aussie’s mouth to a bar-top. That’s because though the thylacine continues to grace the label (and commercials) of Cascade Premium Lager the last living specimen died in captivity in 1936. Alas the tasmanian tiger was hunted to extinction, never to stretch its weirdly gigantic maw again. Or so humanity thought (cue the flash pots and castle thunder) until now!