Christoph Schulz, located at The Big Game Ranch, in Arusha, in Tanzania, was founded in 1898. Christoph Schulz closed down in 1937.
Christoph Schulz was an animal collector and dealer, and worked as agent for Firma Hagenbeck. His wife, Elizabeth, managed the finances and traveled with him to care for the captured animals. Christophs brother Wilhelm, had a son Fritz Schultz who became an international famous animal trainer.
During World War I, all collection of wildlife was temporarily stopped, and the Schulzes lost their ranch in Tanganyika. They moved to South Africa for several years, then returned to Tanganyika (now Tanzania) in 1925.
Christoph and Elizabeth retired in 1937 to travel around the world, leaving the management of the company to their only son, Walter Christoph Schulz.
Christoph grandson Jurgen C. Schulz has been active animal dealer in U.S.A.
Mohoro, Christmas 1910.
Dear Mr. Hagenbeck,
I have a terrible accident to report. I reached Petersen here at
Mohoro on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Morning Petersen said:
"I say, Schulz, lets go and kill our Christmas dinner." We went
out a mile or so into the bush and sighted some waterbucks, but
did not get a shot.
We then followed a buffalo trail, and sighted the animal at a
distance of about three hundred and eighty yards. I said, "You
shoot, because I only have a shotgun with me." He said, "Let's
make more sure of him." So we went in closer. All at once the
buffalo stormed up out of the bush, only three paces from us. 1
leapt to one side, he brushed by me and knocked me into a thorn
thicket. I was lucky, because the angry animal then lost sight of me.
But it turned at once and got poor Petersen on his horns. It tossed
him ten feet into the air, caught him again on its horns, and I heard
Pctersen's bones smash. Horrible.
Now here I am cut off from the whole world. The nearest
Europeans are three hours away. Dar-es-Salaarn is one hundred and
twenty miles and Mohoro is two and a half days from here.
I had dragged Petersen back here, then buried him. He was
two hundred yards from his house, frightfully mutilated. I am now
quite alone. Early this morning the District Commissioner passed
this way and recorded the accident.
I am bringing Petersen's animals and the seven hundred pounds
of hippopotamus teeth back with me. I have got planking, but no
assistance. If only I had the forty-eight packing cases ready which I
shall need. I have three weeks left, before the little river steamer
comes. It halts three hours distance from here. The road is poor.
I must get away from this, I cannot forget the sight of it. Do please
write to his parents. They are elderly folk. If you were to say
he is ill, that would prepare them for it. I am not ashamed to
say that when I buried him I wept; the tears are running as I
I have ten other hippopotami at Kilva. I shall do what you wrote,
Mr. Hagenbeck. I hope to be in Hamburg in early March.
Yours very truly, Christoph Schulz.