p-233 - Continued - but/Padd District Eben McMillan California Condor 4 August 193 floor. The Antelope Valley was comparatively free of smog but the Los Angeles basin was well sock in. Looking North into the San Joaquin valley, I wondered how high flying Condor could see food the valley floor. The man with the two teen-age sons drove up the lookout and inquired of me where the deer were. The large dump-truck in which they rode rocks and bounced over the as they passed on a spot ahead where I told them much shooting had been going on since I arrived on the mountain this morning. Another man drove up in a large station wagon and parked near where I stood looking through my binoculars for large birds in flight. He had two companions, all were armed to the teeth and dressed in the most brilliant colors. Revolvers with pear handles were strapped to their hips; a beautifully made bone handled knife hung from a belt that also held a hatchet in red leather case and a score of 30-6 Rigle Shells each tucked in a ripple of leather that held them, and a gleaming Compass Case finished out the accouterment strapped to the belts of these hunters. The man that drove the car had a new pair of Bushnell wide angle field glasses that he insisted I look through. I will say they were very good. From the looks of their clothing and shoes I doubt this trio ever left the car for any distance to hunt. They seemed to be enjoying themselves very well. They drove away to find a deer. A young fellow with his wife and two small children drove up and asked if it would be alright if they up on the lookout railing to take pictures. I informed that I had nothing to do with the lookout station but I felt they would be welcome to visit the lookout.