As for redistribution — if you live in a tropical hunter-gatherer society with no refrigeration, you pretty much have to redistribute meat or it will spoil. However, with improvements in methods of drying meat as well as the possibility of selling it for cash, apparently the communal sharing of meat has been dying out:

https://goo.gl/BElP6Z

What we need is more harping on ‘inequality’ and more separating people from the fruits of their labor, and, more redistribution based on obtuse social cues, to attain the same superlative living standard.

Or as a renowned healer named Tomazho says, “When a young man kills much meat, he comes to think of himself as a chief or a big man, and he thinks of the rest of us as his servants or inferiors. We can’t accept this. We refuse one who boasts, for someday his pride will make him kill somebody. So we always speak of his meat as worthless. In this way we cool his heart and make him gentle.” Thus, even though (he successful hunter’s chest may be quietly swelling with pride, he’ll shape his words very humbly, and his egalitarian peers, all too ready to put him down with ridicule, will approve his self-effacement and respect him both as a hunter and as a person of humility.

Cutting proud hunters down to size verbally isn’t the end of it, for usually Bushmen don’t even get to distribute the meat they’ve hunted. Once the carcass is hauled into camp, by custom someone else will probably preside over the meat and share it out to the main kin groups in the band—who’ll then share it further with their close kin and other associates. The effect is to remove the hunter from the meat he has killed as a possible ticket to power, and the Bushmen understand this situation all too well.