California Condor Eden McMillan 21 September 1963 I drove to the Oil well site that is at the roadside one-half mile south of Buckshort Camp and remained there until 1:00 pm. Without seeing an individual nor hearing any shooting. No Condor, Nor Other large birds, were observed in the area. Three deer, None of which were legal to shoot, fed for some time about two hundreds yards South of where I sat in the Pickup. Several Cattle Passed Near me during the morning. They were going to water at cow springs. Three horses were in a small inclosure at the Buckshort Camp. It was still warm, clear, and windy when I left the Oil well site heading down the roadway towards Fillmore. Before leaving this site I picked up nine empty cartridges that were scattered about the Oil well site and belonged to a large Caliber pistol. Proceeding down Condor I saw no sign of humans until passing Maple Creek about one mile, I met three young fellows in a rather delapidated looking vehicle who said they were hunting deer. I inquired of them as to where one might hunt in the area without running afoul of the law. They seemed to know the area well, and told me one could hunt anyplace as far up as Dough Flat. From there one had to hike to the edge of the Bird Refuge to the North to hunt. They said one could hunt this side of Dough Flat until Monday night September 23, 1963. I asked the three lads, all of whom were probably under 18 years of age, about the Bird Refuge. "What birds," I asked, were they holding the refuge for? They told me, "It was to save them Condor". "Condor," I exclaimed, "what sort of birds are those?" "Great big