I rarely carry a sidearm.

I carry a 38 in my pocket.

Its about 50/50 for me

If I do, I prefer a pocket pistol G42/43/PPK

380 or 9mm, light and small

I hunt as light as possible. I also normally hunt 1-2 miles deep in some good public ground. Even if I am just squirrel hunting.

No first aid kit, no extra ammo or anything like that. Maybe a bottle of water in my back pocket, or if it’s cold enough I need extra layers then in a pouch in my jacket.

I just don’t feel the need for all that. I have my cell phone, service is marginal back there but I can get by pretty good.

If I had a deep back country hunt to a place I had to spend the night back there I would bring extra.

I carry every time I leave the house, so a sidearm is always with me when I go hunting. Not that I'm expecting a charge by an aggressive feral hog or a mountain lion with an attitude; it just feels right to me. In 30+ years of carrying in the field, I've used a handgun seven times that I remember: rabid skunk, wounded hog, wounded deer, four rattlesnakes. When I run my traps, a handgun is what I carry, and generally have a long gun either slung over my shoulder or in the vehicle I'm using that day.

Yes Sir. Never know what kind of snakes one might come across in todays world.

Always.

Hip pocket Seekamp .32 in a Recluse at all times and P95 out prowling...

I don't leave home without a sidearm. Ever. Hunting is no different.

And there have been times in the city I thought I might actually need my CCP. Fortunately, I didn't. But you stumble into a train of drug mules 5 miles from cell service and that trusty bolt gun might be less than ideal.

I always carry a sidearm especially if I’m bow hunting. Too many close calls with hogs to chance it

I usually carry, here lately it has been my Bond derringer with one barrel loaded with shot and the other with a bullet

Dang that's funny.

Always carry my glock, unless I am gun hunting.

Back in the mid-90's I had 2 wets try to walk in my hunting cabin about midnight. All I had was my high country bow in it's case. Skeer'd the hail outta me. When I got back home my first stop was at Carters Country!