When hunting big game, I am wearing a army-issue tactical vest. The magazine pockets and belt are filled with a spare orange vest and head cover, paracord, first aid kit, extra food, flashlight, zippo, magnesium firestarter, radio, (me and my dad use motorolas,) gloves with inserts, a folding ammo carrier with 20 extra rounds of .270 or .308, my buckmaster, a diamond dust sharpener, a CKRT folder, a leatherman tool, game dressing gloves, (mostly because I hate blood under the fingernails,) a day's worth of food that I can stretch to two if I really need to, a 3-liter camelbak, MY LICENSE, binoculars, and a stripped-down G.I. rifle cleaning kit. On a drop-down leg holster, I have my Kimber 1911 with a WWII 2-mag pouch over it on my right side.
Twice now, (it happened to me again this fall,) doing my Ute indian impersonation, sitting quietly wondering if I'm really going to see anything, I got jumped by a doe which would have been to close to scope. Both times, I had a hand on my pistol before I realized there were no antlers. I think I'm going to switch to a chest holster, because this time I was sitting down, and I had trouble pulling. When I get around to it, I'm also going to get a .400 Corbon barrel. I would LOVE to send a photo back to Kimber of me over a deer with my .45.
My dad giggles at me a little bit. But I remember he used to carry a lot more than he does now when he could move easier. A couple of years ago, me and my little brother went out with him to look for deer a few weeks before the hunt. We took our shotguns because it was also grouse season. The plan was, to drop us off at the top of a big canyon, we would walk down and meet him at the bottom. Long story short, we shot one bird, read the landmarks wrong, got caught in the big brush, and came out at 11:30 pm. If we hadn't had radios to let my dad know what was going on, the Sheriff would have found us halfway down in the morning, dehydrated, feeling sick from trying to eat one lead-riddled bird we cooked badly on a fire from my little brother's bic lighter, because that's all we had. The moral of the story: A short walk can become a long one. You are better prepared and trained if you always just carry everything. The only place in Utah I would be too far away from civilization to find a road in a day or two if I got lost would be in the big desert in the west part of the state. I could live for two days with what I carry.
We do have mountain lions, but they aren't my primary concern. I have heard of guys who hunt them with dogs, tree them, and drop them with a .45. I honestly think if I get jumped by one, having a sidearm, and staying focused enough to get to it before it snapped my neck are two different things.