A brief anecdote from the last time I was in Arizona.

Camping in a remote campground in the Dragoon Mountains one day a car pulls in and an old couple (probably in their eighties) gets out of their car, opens their trunk and proceeds to strap on holsters and six guns.

I asked them what they were going to do with the guns. They replied that they were going up the mountain trail to target practice.

I asked them what they were practicing for, they replied "varmints".

I asked what kind of "varmints"?

They replied,"the two legged kind".

I gave them a wide berth.