I did. 190 yards, 180 pounds, died before he hit the ground as is appropriate for such a magnificent beast. His three sons who I watched for a day and a half will now fight it out to see who gets the terriority.
He had romance on his mind and I heard him marking bushes and saw him chasing does a dozen times before he finally stood still just long enough. He was 6 1/2 years old, if there's a heaven for deer he's there as we speak.
RIP my worthy adversary.