I'm not sure if I would ever go into the woods again...
Here's the typical Infantryman's response in a little joke:
Seems a guy cruises thru a stop sign, or whatever, and gets pulled over by a local policeman. Guy hands the cop his driver's license, insurance verification, plus his concealed carry permit.
"Okay, Mr. Smith," the cop says, "I see your CCW permit. Are you carrying today?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well then, better tell me what you got."
Smith says, "Well, I got a .460 XVR Magnum revolver inside the glove box. There's a compact 9mm semi-auto in the my coat pocket. And, I've got a .22 magnum derringer in my right boot."
"Okay," the cop says. "Anything else?"
"Yeah, back in the trunk, there's a scoped .338 Lapua magnum and a Benelli 12 gauge semiauto shotgun. That's about it."
"Mr. Smith, are you on your way to or from a gun range...?"
"Nope."
"Well then, what are you afraid of...?"
"Not a damn thing..."
pcottraux, see my point? I bought MY 460XVR with the idea that I simply always wanted a handgun that could drop either an angry T-Rex or a drunken Sasquatch in it's tracks. Then add all the other stuff. Other folks might say that imaginations and hallucinations have taken hold in this little thread article. My view is: Hey, if you're worried ... AT ALL: Well, in the words of Robert A. Heinlein (from Glory Road) "If it moves, shoot it. If it speaks, cut it's throat. That settles most hallucinations pretty decisively."