Only had "a situation" once. I was the "Danged Pa Guy" hunting in Maryland on public land. I had run into two brothers scouting the last day of archery (I was hunting, they were scouting), with first day of rifle the following day. I told them that I usually hunted right there but they said they'd be in there in two wood tree stands that they'd just put up. I said that's fine, I'll just move out the ridge a few hundreds yards tomorrow.
Well, tomorrow comes and I'm in my portable where I said I'd be, when to my left there's a loud shot and here comes a doe from over their way. She stops at about 75 yards and as I got her in the scope (either sex legal) I see lots of horns behind her. Out steps the buck and I take a frontal shot. Buck runs right in front of me just down the hill about 30 yards. I swung on him and blew hair off the top of his back on the next shot, then completely missed him with the next. Now he's past me and quartering away and I plugged him in behind the near ribs and out the far shoulder. He went 20 yards and piled up.
I scoot down the tree and by the time I get to the buck, here come the brothers. The buck had one just through the front of the brisket (they said their shot, but it could have been my first one), and one across the back and one through the boiler room (my shots). They asked if they could examine the buck, I said that's fine, they congratulated me and commented it "was the best buck they'd seen come off that hill in twenty years". So all turned out well.
Here he goes, many moons ago.