Anybody who kills lions with a spear has great big solid brass ones.
My father was a huge fan of African big game hunters’ stories. He collected books on them for years.
What he told me (inspired, as I recall, by a diorama at the Milwaukee Public Museum) was that the hunters would surround the chosen lion...and the one who accrued the highest accolades was not the one who speared the lion, but the one who grabbed and held the lion’s tail as the others speared the hell out of the animal.