During my third (and hopefully final) year of grad school here in Alabama, I finally got a chance to spend a couple days out hunting. I shot my first whitetail ever in December (a doe), and was blessed to get my first whitetail buck yesterday. Shot him at about 5 horizontal yards, but was probably 30' above him. He came out of some thick stuff about 20 yards away and walked right underneath me at 11:00 am. The 7mm mag drained most of his blood out before he went 30 yards and piled up. The rut is in full swing down here right now - there were no does in sight, but I'm pretty sure he was on the prowl. He was a mature 5.5 year old. I don't think I've ever been more excited about harvesting a deer!