I couple of weeks ago, I had to help my brother-in-law carry a buck he’d gotten during bow season out of the woods. Before I headed out the door, I grabbed my 1911A1 and had it holstered on my hip the whole two mile trip down that muddy road. There are enough coyotes, wild dogs, and black bears in that neck of the woods that I didn’t mind that extra weight one bit.
Too many possible surprises.
Best regards,