This past deer season, I was scheduled for shoulder surgery 2 days after the season ended. I had been so busy getting everything done before becoming 1 armed, I just sort of blew off the last weekend of the season.
That Sunday, last day, I got up in the morning, poured a coffee, and wandered out to the deck to greet the morning. A forked horn was standing in the yard, we looked at each other for a moment, and I casually went back into the house, thinking "we made eye contact, so he'll be gone when I go back out". Well, he had only move a few feet, so I shot him. I hit him squarely between the back of the Adirondack chair and the deck railing.
We cut and wrapped him on Monday and had surgery on Tuesday.
Not exactly long range. More like 15 yards, but a gift all the same.
I've killed antelope at 350, but not in my underwear...