A big fat goose egg for my deer count

This deer season did not go so well. The season started out slow and ended with a miss of a big buck on the final day of the firearms season. My final day was an exciting end to the season. The day started out later than I wanted it to. I arrived at my spot just as the sun was rising which all deer hunters know is not the best timing. So I arrived and loaded my gun and set off to the spot I had chose to the day before. I had seen a lot of tracks and knew that I was on a good trail eventhough I did not see anything the previous two days I thought I would try it again. So I settled into my spot and got out my grunt call and gave it two grunts. Not even two minutes later I heard this rustling behind me and looked back to see a big buck coming my way. As soon as I seen the buck coming my way my adrenaline began to rush and I could barely stay calm enough to shoulder my gun. The big buck which was a mature eight pointer stayed on a trail right behind me and in fear of seeing the deer move out of shooting range I made a big mistake. Instead of grunting at the buck again and waiting for him to come my way I took a shot hoping not to hit any branches. I took the first shot and missed and took two more shots hoping to slow him down but no luck. The buck took off. I was so disappointed with myself for making that choice. Much to my surprise the buck had circled back and was in woods just across the path he had come down before. I got up to see if I could get another shot off at him. Once I got up he took of but I grunted and got him to come back but he just wouldnt come close enough me to get a clear shot. I sat there waiting and waiting for him to come in closer but he never did. He then came into a small clearing where I could see his neck and a part of his shoulder I decided to try to take a shot. I ended up missing I am pretty sure it probably hit a branch. The big buck took off and minutes later I heard shots in the direction he ran. My guess is another hunter got him. What an exciting but frusturating hunt. I was hoping to get my first northern Minnesota buck. Oh well maybe next year.