California Condor Eben McMillan 4 August 1963 Hunters were not out as early as yesterday morning. Shooting did not commence until 7:15 A.M. when the first shot seemed to break the ice and signal the commencement of shooting from all points of the compass. Some hunters walked out into the woods from camp while other left the camp in cars- Pickups, Tote-gotes and one man with two teen-age sons went out towards the mountain top in a large dump truck. At 8:15 A.M. a large, dark complexioned man who told me he was a Mexican, but was born in Texas, had ridden up the mountain with a motorized hunter who had left this fellow off at Overflow Camp from where he intended to hunt down to his camp. He said that among the five men in his camp they had brought in two bucks yesterday. This fellow had hunted deer in Texas in his youth and now, after coming to California eight years ago, continues his interest in deer hunting here. This fellow knows the game laws and would not shoot a condor were one to come close to him. He held little respect for hunters who shoot unlawful deer or other animals. Another hunter who returned to camp by 7:30 A.M. and who had bagged one of the three bucks brought into camp yesterday, said he liked to shoot at rabbits and hawks. He claimed to have seen a deal spike buck in the woods this morning. I drove to the top of Frazier Mountain and took photographs of the tops of the Tehachapi Mountains, Cummings Mountain and the upper one quarter of Breckenridge Mountain sticking up through the blanket of smog that lay thick and yellowish on the San Joaquin Valley