Actually I'm not kidding. Photography is the object, and a damn gun is a boat anchor. Except when a bear decides he wants you. Wild animals don't play. And what if you break your ankle? Who is going to help you if you can't make a big noise? Around central NC, you don't need any gun in the woods. But in the wilderness of Wyoming or such place, it's still 1850, not 2014, and wild animals mean business.
But then, as a rule I don't go anywhere, civilized or uncivilized where I need a gun. My mind is not centered around guns.
Edit: You want to end up like Steve Irwin except with an elk's horn in you? That guy is darn lucky the elk didn't spook. And that's the last thing I'll say on this thread on guns. I turn it back over to more genteel conversation. Ansel Adams was a lucky man. He could have been killed by a bear or a snake at any time. I wouldn't have done what he did without one.