My brother killed 2. One was big 14. Had a festering buckshot in neck and a buckshot hole thru ear. Tip of horn was also shot off.
Then he killed one that had been shot with a .22. It was nasty and infected. We'd heard someone nearby was shooting them with a .22 when they got in his garden. I always suspected it was true when that one showed up.

“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”