I have always felt the safest in the woods, away from people. I never felt a need for any type of weapon. Man, animal....it didn't matter.
That all changed shortly after the episode in Ely, MN known as the "Ely Six".
It was just 2-3 years after that I was on a canoe camping trip down a remote river with my wife and another couple. After a great day on the river, we pull into a very nice unreservable paddle in only site and set up. After dinner clean up, we hear the crashing of ATV's coming down a trail from quite a distance. It gets closer and pretty soon they roll up right into the paddle in only river site.
They get off and announce that they are taking the site and that we better get our shit and leave. The sun is starting to set and I tell them straight out that we are not about to travel by canoe down a class II river in the dark.
The standoff started. I settled back down on the log by my friend and very gently removed my knife without them noticing as others pulled up and they discussed what they were going to do with us. We were outnumbered.They huddled together in hushed voices giving us the stink eye every so often. I whispered to my friend that if I moved, it was time to fight with everything we had.
The standoff lasted over a half hour with me appearing calm, sitting there (it was the only way I could hide the small knife) and insisting that we were not moving and going over the rules for the use of the site and that we were in the right. I would hear nothing else.
They jumped back on their machines and said, "We'll be back!"
Now, too dark to embark safely, we fortified what we could, made spears and threw deadfall across the trail to warn us of another approach. They never came back.
Nobody slept that night.
Now....I carry every single time. And it sucks that I have to.
Do some reading on the Ely Six. Anyone would have been justified to defend themselves with lethal methods that night. And that comes from a Judge and a State Prosecutor I often hit the backcountry with either backpacking or paddling.