Completely ignored the most dangerous threat on the trails... the 2 legged one.
Whether drug growers, thieves, rapists or weird serial killers, there are dangers in the wild spaces. Those dangers are every bit as real as those faced in the cities or suburbia or the rural enclaves of peace and sanity where a sixgun on the hip denotes a man that can "care for his own."
The crux of the matter is, whereas in city/suburban/rural life a cell phone makes law enforcement aid minutes away (a lifetime and eternity in an emergency but still better than nothing), that same cell phone will either have no signal or be unable to summon the most effective means of rescue, which by best possible circumstances would be about an hour away by jeep or helicopter.
The gun owners have their adage... "When seconds count, police are only minutes away." How more stark is that contrast in the back country without the niceties of civilized life and its ideal 5 minute response time to emergencies? Chased by drug growing thugs and murdered in the woods, or raped for hours by some monster, as a result of the blissninny ideal of "gun control."
And... what about all the other weapons available when in the national parks? Hatchets, saws, improvised spears from downed branches, knives, chains, vehicles... (this list can continue for quite some time)? These are essential survival tools that make a potentially dangerous environment into a recreational experience for the family that has considerable education opportunities. Shall we outlaw matches at our parks next? Or pocket knives?
I could certainly get into a fight over a prime camp site and inflict violence with my Victorinox swiss army knife.
If I were the type to lose my cool in the first place.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the crux of the matter. Many ways to say it: An armed society is a polite society. Judge by content of character. Guns don't kill people, people kill people. Argumentum ad infinitum.