A. Feathers, Jan. 21, 1934. Gap. Ranch, 500+ ft., Colorado R., 14 mi. S. E. Searchlight, Clark Co., Nev. I started the day by cooking breakfast and washing and wiping the dishes. I then went to my traps up in the rocky washes. I had caught a skunk in one of them. It had chewed off the toes of the imprisoned foot. I shot the skunk (Mephitis mephitis) and waited for it to die. I had Dr. Benson's .22 aux. cartridge, in which I used shot shells. The shot was not effective enough to cause the animal's death, so I shot it again from a distance of not over one foot. That fail- ing to kill the skunk, I next resorted to rocks, with which I finally broke its back. I felt very keenly the need of a small calibre pistol, during this and other similar incident. I returned to camp, skinned the skunk and had something to eat. After lunch I went out with Mr. Fitch to shoot birds. We saw, and Fitch shot at a road-runner, in the dry wash between camp and the river. Later, in the same wash, we saw a pipit (Anthus pensilvanicus) and a rob- in (Turdus migratorius propinquus). They were both quite tame, that fact being quite an unusual characteristic among the birds here. We startled a great blue heron (Ardea her- dias) from a pool, which was isolated by a large sandbar. Far out on the river we