California Condor Eben McMillan 28 april 1964 Good Count of them. He remembered this date by the fact that someone had died in the family which was the reason for the family gathering at his home with the resultant group of children there. Mr. Moore also told me of shooting a Condor, that had already been wounded and was unable to fly, with a shotgun, about seven years ago. He came upon this Condor as it was walking hurriedly up a hillside about three miles southwest by west of his home. He said he shot the Condor to put it out of its misery. He said the outer third of one wing was shattered as though it had been hit with a rifle bullet. After he shot this Condor he cut one wing off from close to the body and took it home. This wing remained in his garage for a long time. "Now, what Should I have done in a case of that kind?" Mr. Moore asked me. "I knew no one to notify and somebody told me I could have been arrested for shooting the Condor!" "I only wanted to put the bird out of its misery!" I told him that so long as I was around, should he find any sign of a sick, or wounded, or dead, Condor, to phone me collect and I would see that the proper authorities would be notified. Both he and his wife said they would do this. Russell Lawrence Moore told me of a great fondness he has for hunting deer. He said —