The only time i wished i had more gun was on a quail hunt in NW Texas. We were on a large ranch camping when the ranch mgr drove up. He told us they were way over populated with jackrabbits and coyotes and he wouldn't mind if we killed a few of either. So 3 of us younger guys (this was 1985 or so) got into my dune buggy we had rigged for blue quail hunting and headed out to a field with a mouth varmint call and my .22 mag. After about 10 mins of calling we shined the spotlight around and i spotter a large cat in a crouch position about 75 yds. out. Holy cow, a mountain lion. first and only one i have ever seen in the wild. The guys with me really wanted me to shoot it, and i did too, but a previous hunt with a large bobcat had convinced me that the .22 mag wouldn't kill the cat fast enough without a brain shot. I am surprised how long it sat out there with us arguing about shooting it. We didn't even have a shotgun with us, all back at camp. I did not want anything to do with a wounded mountain lion, i had read Hathaway's accounts of dealing with wounded leopards. So i passed what will most likely my only chance to take a couger (except a couple of times at nightclubs a few yrs before that).