California Condor Eben McMillan 28 may 1964 Tecuya, or Frazier mountain, I heard Dan Garcia exclaim to look and see what was coming from the canyon behind us. I turned about to see two condor, Extremely low to the ground, coming from a small canyon to the east of where we were and somewhat above our position. Both condor were sailing extremely slow, being able to do so by virtue of the brisk west wind that was blowing uphill to meet them. A high power line crosses this little canyon at its upper reaches and about one-quarter mile distance from where we stood. The two condor had evidently sailed under these power lines, where they cross this small canyon at a considerable height and were now approaching directly towards us, very slowly, as if suspended in mid-air by a string, or something of the like. Their flight was very slow and direct, with little oscillation from side to side, or up and down, as they approached. Dan Garcia, Lee King, Walter Leake and I were all intensely watching the approach of these two condor when the sound of a shot rang out from across a small draw to the eastward of where we stood near the Horsethief camp and immediately one of the two condor approaching faltered in its onward flight and fell several yards downward flapping and turning from side to side as it dropped. I yelled, "by God they shot one". Dan Garcia cried something to the effect that those damn kids are shooting them-