As it turned out, we didn't regret that decision, but I made one a week later that we did. We'd located another lion with a beautiful, full, honey- colored mane (no 10-footer, but big enough) escorting three lionesses, and had spent three intense days trying for a shot. One of his females was in heat; otherwise our maneuvers would certainly have driven him out of that quarter of the Okovango Swamp, even though we treated him to a nice juicy wildebeest. Late in the second day, he finally had enough and struck out westward, alone. We tracked him on foot for hours until we lost the light and quit...before darkness made us the huntees instead of the hunters.