Davids statement was not bold nor inaccurate (for his intended mission). It is also not surprising that when scopes are used for different purposes or in different fashions people come to differing conclusions. It could have very easily been argued that the Vortex Viper smokes the Conquest in VALUE after all, they are (now) both asian built scopes designed to provide quality approaching the big name European glass at a price point closer to the economy brands / models. Just like everything else, there are three parts to the glass equation, the mission, the product quality, and the user's ability. Misalign any of these three and your results are not going to be the same as someone who didn't.
Davids story (in reverse) is exactly what prompted me to up my game in binoculars. I guess it would have been at least 30 years ago, I hunted with a hand me down Model 70 that was older than I am. That gun wore an even older Wby Imperial scope on it. It was pretty common to have my then hunting partner seeing game I could not pick up with my also hand me down Bushnell 7x35's, but I could easily see with the Wby scope. Since I wasn't about to try and spend my days 'glassing' through a scope, I scrimpt until I could afford my first pair of high end (to me) binoculars. They are Leitz, (now Leica) and still a pretty darned good set to look through. Many years later I moved to southern Arizona where I picked up the Coues bug. I managed my way to a couple decent examples, but it seemed like I was always finding these darn things out at 800 yds and already looking at me. At that time I had an employee who I was aware was a hunter. This guy wears the proverbial 'coke bottle thick' glasses. He was also a pretty simple guy, never caring for anything flashy or expensive. I knew he was a good hunter, but always kinda figured really hardcore glassing was probably not his cup of tea... until one day we paired up on a Coues hunt. He was the person who introduced me to glassing from a tripod. With his Kmart tripod, and Bushnell 10x50's he could easily pick up the little grey ghosts at a mile or better and would continuously point out game at two or three times the rate I could find... I simply couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that those Bushnells were smoking my higher end European glass... Gerry being a 'matter of factly' kind of guy pointed out it wasn't the glass, although no one in their right mind should be spending that much on binos, it was the way I was using them...

The tripod being the most obvious, but the most important piece was that I was looking for deer, while Gerry was looking for deer parts. An ear, that looked like a prickly pear leaf to the untrained eye, or an antler tine that poked out of an old cat claw or scrub oak... Starting at one end of the horizon, and panning at a given elevation, never raising or lowering the elevation until that scan had been thoroughly dissected. Then slowly and methodically working his way up (or down) the landscape until he ran out of ground to look at. He never just jumped from one region to the next without methodically clearing everything in between them.
Anyways... alot of years, and many deer later, I can now almost keep up with Gerry... He still won't touch the European stuff.. although once on a juniors pig hunt where he and my dad had tagged along to help my son onto his first javelina he did drop and knock his glasses out of alignment. Sitting behind a set of my Swaro's he then began picking out pigs at just under 2 miles. This was my dads first introduction to Gerr, and while talking us through to the first pigs location, my dad piped up something like 'that ridge is probably 2 miles out' followed by .... something to the tune of "this guy's full of sh!t" (never been very PC, and definitely not one to sugar cote). thinking I could almost make out what Gerr was seeing I suggested we hike down to wear we left the Jeep and work our way around the ridgeline to get to a location we could stalk into a shooting range of what Gerr was seeing. A half hour later we were over looking the pigs and after sitting on a patch of Cholla, my son collected himself and took his first pig. My son remembers fondly the hunt, and all my efforts of trying to keep Gerry and my pops from going at it on the first ridge. My pops fondly remembers it as his first hunt (of many,many more) with Gerry, and only now admits 'that kid has the best glassing eyes I've ever seen'. And Gerry disdainfully remembers it as the day he picked up a set of glasses he really didn't want to have to learn to afford
AT the end of this long story, my take away is that there are a lot of things we run into that may or may not seem better than something else in our hands / minds... but that doesn't mean it's really not better...
Take care, Rob