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Schomburgk’s Deer: What We (Kind Of ) Know There is very little information on Schomburgk’s deer, and most written accounts seem to repeat the same anecdotal information. The primary sources, however, have been lost. As such, here’s the story we have of the Schomburgk’s deer. The deer was formally described by Western science in 1963, with the deer named after Sir Richard Schomburgk, then serving as British consul in Bangkok. The deer was then found in Central Thailand, although some sources suggest it ranged over a broader area. The little known about the deer appears based on its presence in the Chao Phraya River Valley near Bangkok. Many written accounts describe the deer as “abundant” or “common” at the start of the 20th century. I believe this is based largely on the presence of numerous Schomburgk’s deer antlers in markets. No scientist ever saw one alive in the wild, and it’s difficult to determine how abundant they were. The deer reportedly lived on swampy plains. When they flooded, according to deer authority G. Kenneth Whitehead in his mammoth Encyclopedia of Deer, “the deer had to seek refuge on raised ground where the water did not reach.” Schomburgk’s deer antler on display at the National Museum of Scotland in Edinburgh © Matthew L. Miller These small islands, in turn, made the deer vulnerable to hunters .

Panda hunt

THE COLOSSUS OF HATO EL ROSERO “The Roar That Stopped Time” You can still feel the sticky heat of that 1959 day in Bajo Apure. At Hato “El Rosero,” the air was heavy, but heavier still was the worry. This was no ordinary tiger; it was a “man-eater,” an enormous veteran that had turned the ranch’s cows into its personal pantry. The owner was clear: it had to be stopped, or we would be left without cattle. We organized the hunt at dawn. We were seasoned men, but that day the silence of the savanna felt different. The dogs were nervous; the lead dogs, which normally rushed joyfully onto a trail, kept their tails between their legs, sniffing the track of something they instinctively knew was above them. The trail led us deep into a swamp where the mud reached our knees. Suddenly, the music of the pack changed. These were no longer tracking barks; they were sharp, frantic baying barks. They had it cornered. We pushed our way through a dense reedbed, our hearts pounding against our ribs like drums. The air grew thick, heavy with the stale smell of beast and dead brush. Then, we heard it. It was not a roar; it was thunder born from the bowels of the earth. The vibration did not enter through our ears; we felt it in our chests. The dogs backed away in terror when the “spotted one” rose to its feet. There it was. Among the shadows of the trees, its spots looked like dark fire. It was not an animal; it was a wall of muscle and hatred. Its eyes, two yellow embers, fixed on the group of hunters. Time stopped. We felt small before that force of nature preparing to leap. “In that instant, we understood that we were not hunting a beast; we were trying to dethrone a king.” The roar of gunshots broke the spell. The giant swiped at the air, one final gesture of arrogance that almost reached one of the dogs, and collapsed with a weight that made the brush crack. #cazadoresvenezuela #cazavenezuela

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@game.animals @divan_labuschagne_ph Here are letters and a photo of a giant Angolan sable of the same size hunted by Mr. Chapman

Record 65 inch Angolan giant royal sable , arguably the greatest sporting trophy of all time

Kermit Roosevelt trailing the giant panda 🇨🇳