Speaking of Boy Scouts and Cub Scouts out in the woods, when I was a Boy Scout (Eagle Badge, 1952) we had a Scoutmaster who took us on many camps in the Ozark Mountains where I grew up. There were always a couple of .22 rifles or a .410 shotgun in camp. In season, cottontails and tree squirrels were fair for fare.
The Scoutmaster always had a Colt's Govt. Mdl. 1911 .45 ACP with him which he carried in a U.S. Army regulation leather flap holster on his belt. Sometimes where it was safe, he'd let some of us boys shoot it. Great fun! He had been a paratrooper with the 101st Div., Airborne, and had jumped at Normandy and in Holland. Fought at the Battle of the Bulge. He was a very good shot with that .45 ACP.
There were only a few Black bears in that part of the Ozarks then and no mountain lions. There were bobcats and some rabid foxes at times, but there were feral hogs and feral dog packs. Never hurt to "Be Prepared," as the Boy Scouts say.
Of course, back in those long ago days, no one ever gave a second glance at people out in the forests and hills who were carrying a gun.
When I'm out in the mountains here in Idaho, I carry openly in either a strong side holster or a shoulder holster. No one ever gives me a second glance here, either. Sometimes, however, depending on weather, my long tailed shirt hangs over the belt holster, or covers the shoulder holster. Then, I suppose, one could say I'm carrying concealed. I don't worry about it.
L.W.