I will add this little bit to the thread...
I was stationed at WSMR (White Sands Missle Range), and was drawn for an Oryx hunt (I listened to everyone tell me how cool it would be to kill one, so why not give it a try. I'm all about having a good time, and some jobs have some pretty good perks...Just need to find and use them to their fullest).
The Game Warden accompanying me was an MP just like myself, and actually lived in our barracks with us, just in a different Platoon.
Day of the hunt, we spotted the Oryx, and set off on foot from the vehicle. My buddy was torqued at me for not shooting at 100 yards (you see, us Army guys regularly clang steel at 300+ yds). Refusing to listen, lifelong battle I inherited from my Dad, I kept "Sneaking" (yes I'm using that word loosely). I got to within 30 yds, and said out loud "Seriously???".
My buddy (MP game warden) looked at me and I said "Dude, it's just like a farmer's cow (allbeit, the best looking farmer's cow I ever saw), and choose to end the "hunt" right there. The Oryx were so tame, I got close enough to throw a rock at it, and all it did was walk off. I took alot of crap for passing up that shot. I don't think they understood me, hell, I hardly understand myself 1/2 the time.
To each their own, but that type of hunting just isn't for me. I had much more fun spotting illegal aliens, stalking in on them, making the arrest only to turn them over to Border Patrol so that a couple days later we could arrest the same SOBs again, but that is a whole different story.
Thank you for jogging my memory about some pretty good times with this thread. I'm going to look for some pictures of oryx I took while out on "Illegal Patrol/Range sweeps", and post them on here.