I decided it wasn't and left it locked in a box in the pickup at the trailhead in Colorado the first elk rifle season. Elk got ran out of the valley the first morning. So, I packed up camp and hiked out towards the trailhead that evening to move in a drainage the elk had gone to. Around 11:30 that night I ran into a mountain lion at about 30 yards. No pistol and an unloaded rifle with my camp on my back I was slow prey. I banged my hiking poles together and I was relieved when the lion walked away. I started carrying after that night. That was my first encounter or at least the first known time that I was ever close to a lion.