• Larry Weishuhn with his elk

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Growing up in the Zimmerscheidt Community just north of Columbus in the southern part of Texas the fall whitetail hunting season was a huge event. We looked forward to opening day with great anticipation. Numerous families in our area including the Warschak and Ruhmann families had their own hunting camps, mostly single room buildings with a big cast iron wood stove, a big table, several bunks or beds and a built in kitchen, although much of the real cooking was done outside. Families stayed together, beds separated by “curtains”. Duration of stay depended, but sometimes families returned to their regular homes for a while then again headed en mass to hunting camp throughout the season. We often stayed in our camp three to four days at a time, then went back home, and returned a week later for another stay, this occurred throughout the hunting season. In my family’s instance our group consisted of my Mom and Dad, my younger brother Glenn and me, as well occasionally my maternal grandmother. We continued the tradition well into the first years my wife and I got married. She too had grown up going to her family’s hunting camp near a little town known as Ramsey, about 20 miles from where I grew up.

 

We built our camp when I was about 11 or so and I looked forward to our annual move to hunting camp, generally two or so days before the traditional (back then) November 16 opener with great anticipation. Our deer hunting camp was only about a quarter mile or so behind our home. But weeks before my mother would start preparation for staying in our hunting camps. All sorts of pastries were baked, food of all sorts was prepared well in advance.

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I realize it’s big game season, some have been going on for a while, others are already over and some are just now starting or are about to. I’ve been at it for a while during late summer and early fall, but a bit differently than I normally do. It’s been an interesting year in many ways, but also a strange one. Early this spring I had to cancel a black bear hunt on Vancouver Island, then in September I canceled an Alaskan brown bear and moose hunt. Then after a highly successful mountain hunt to Austria I came home to realize there were problems with the hunting lease I had hoped to hunt these next few days.

 

The lease was supposedly set up, ready to hunt when I came home, but there were problems once I started looking into it. The ranch is under a Texas Parks & Wildlife Department, Managed Land Deer Permit, which means it’s under a State approved management program that includes both population and habitat management. The lease was represented to me as our being able to start hunting with the opening of the MLDP season, the same day as the archery season, and closes the last day of February. Buck and doe permits are issued to the property based on the density, buck to doe ratio, fawn survival rates and both short and long term goals and objectives. All that was great!

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As a youngster I was enthralled with the Tarzan movies. That said, there are many these days who likely have no idea who Tarzan is, or I suspect I should say was. Those who don’t know about Tarzan are probably quite savvy with Googling subjects, so I would suggest you type in “Tarzan” and find out.   Suffice it to say here Tarzan lived in the “wilds” of Africa.

 

Those Tarzan movies were for the most part filmed here in the states. Interestingly Indian elephants were used in the films complete with larger tied on cardboard ears, made to look like African elephants (if you don’t know, Indian elephants have much smaller ears than do African elephants). Sometimes there were also fallow deer shown in the old Tarzan movies. Fallow deer were not originally from Africa but Europe instead. But sometimes too, Tarzan movies contained footage acquired in East Africa and featured black rhinos, crocodiles and other true African animals. From doing a fair amount of reading about Africa as as child, I had a pretty good idea in what was real Africa and what wasn’t.

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