In an article entitled "Experiences with the  Tasmanian Tiger", published in the January 1999 edition of the Circular Head History Journal (Vol 3 (2), pp. 24-25), Almer Saward recalls his capture of a thylacine for the Beaumaris Zoo (SB):

    "During the winter of [1917], my brother Bill and I had snares set for wallaby in the bush near our parents home at West Montagu.  Bill was then at school, a lad of 11 years of age.  I was 14.  I had left school before the age of 13.  Fortunately, on a particular Saturday morning, we decided to change runs and so I was the one destined to check the lasso type snares set in bush behind my sister Verina North's home.  As I approached one snare I suddenly froze to the spot and my hair literally stood on end, for to my utter amazement, I was face to face with a three quarters grown Tasmanian tiger.  It was caught in a snare by its front foot.  At the sight of me the tiger fought frantically to free itself.  For me, this was a prize catch and there was no way I was going to let it get away.  Making quick decisions, I dashed with lightening speed back to the previous snare.  Taking that snare, I hastened back, grabbed the tiger by its stiff kangaroo-type tail, and holding him thus, I managed to slip a noose round his neck.  Once I had him firmly tied up by the neck, I proceeded to tie his mouth shut.  Luckily he did not attempt to bite at me as he had a gaping mouth opening to some 120 degrees.  With a piece of rope I had with me I tied his front legs together with one end of the rope, and with the other end I tied his back legs together.  Then I slung the loop of the rope across both my shoulders and proceeded to carry him home on my back.  On the way I called at my sister Verina's home to show the family there.  When I arrived at our place, I dumped him on the back doorstep and called to father, who was eating his breakfast, to come and see.  Father and I took him down to the barn where we put a dog collar around his neck and tied him up with a trace chain to a beam of the shed.  We had him there for over a week and fed him on bits of wallaby and water.  We contacted Jimmy Harrison of Wynyard, who ran a bit of a zoo and he agreed to pay me £10 if we could get him up to him.  When the cheque eventually arrived, it even had threepence exchange added to it.  Father built a crate and made a muzzle for the tiger.  The we crated him up and took him to Smithton in a two seater jinker to catch the mail car.  But when we got there we found the crate too large to fit on the running board of the car.  We had to transfer him to another box while we made the crate narrower, and so it was the next day before we got him away.  Of course, my adventure with the Tasmanian tiger was the talk of the whole district.  The local school teacher wanted us to take it to school to display to the pupils, but we didn't do that.  Jimmy Harrison eventually sent the tiger to the Hobart Zoo.  It was possibly the last one held there.  I remember seeing a full-grown tiger there a few years later".

    After Mary Roberts's death on the 27th November 1921, the zoo was taken over by the Hobart City Council and relocated to its new home on the Queen's Domain opposite Government House in 1923.