Yes, I would have guessed that most GasGas riders had firearms. It's logical to buy a top notch dirt bike, and logical to be prepared for the aholes who can't fit in with the rest of us.
I carry a cheapie 9mm HiPoint in my tank bag, (when I use a tank bag, for longer trail rides), or for shorter rides a cheap but very good quality Hungarian made 9mm Walther copy. On longer 2 day rides I carry both. It may be overkill but redundency makes me feel good twice. The HiPoint is not real accurate past 50 feet, but it never ever fails to shoot, with any ammo, dirty, whatever. The Walther is a little more accurate and almost as reliable. I am planning to buy a KelTec PMR 30, .22 magnum that holds 30 rounds and is small and light. KelTec is currently working out the small bugs since it has only been in production for a couple years, although they will fix any problems that current guns have.
When I carry both weapons, I keep the lighter Walther in my fanny pack, but pulled around to the front, with my tool bag on back of my waist, and the HiPoint in the tank bag. If I run across Bigfoot on the trail I might just jump off the bike without stopping and swing my way into a tall tree like a monkey. Uh, can Bigfoot climb trees? If he can't climb, he can probably just push it over. Anyway, even if I have to leave my bike in a hurry I'm still armed, and Bigfoot might not die but he'll be leaking.
Seriously, I have been drawn down on by a drunk with an AR or M16, and another time 2 cowboy looking dudes with big western style revolvers. Both times the idiots were using marked motorcycle trails to put up targets. The cowboys had torn off Enduro arrows and stapled them to plywood right in the middle of a trail. I blasted around a corner and knocked over their targets, and they weren't happy cowboys. Luckily for me there were about 5 guys behind me. The shooters ended up being halfway polite after some talk.
The AR 15 guy had done the same thing sort of. He had taken a pallet from a ditch that the Enduro club used for a bridge and set cans on top, right in the middle of a marked Enduro trail. I had about 7 riders behind me that day. The only way I could get by him was to almost rub his truck with my bike. He had parked his truck directly in the middle of the trail. He had his young son with him, and he was a belligerent bastard. I shut off my bike and politely told him he was target practicing on a marked motorcycle trail. He not so politely told me he knew. I wasn't armed. That was about 10 yrs ago and I've been armed since. I don't want to get in any gunfight, especially with a guy armed with a high cap. weapon, but I noticed that he had just dropped a clip but had not picked up another one from his tailgate. The kid also had a pistol and a .22 rifle. This ahole was not only endangering his son but teaching him to be just like daddy, armed and stupid. I prayed right then that if God would spare me, I'd never ride unarmed again. I do, but only with big trail rides and a bunch of other riders, or events like races or dual sport rides. If I'm by myself or only with a couple of others I'm armed.
I've never had serious problems with deer hunters, but one time a big family was hunting right on a singletrack trail. There were about 20 of them squirrel hunting all along a marked trail, right next to a main dirt road. I passed the first kid of about 10 yrs old, then a few others a little older. Finally started passing adults from 20-50. They were all strung out about 100 yards apart all along a trail. Finally one guy reached out and grabbed my handlebars, I was only crawling along slowly, and I stopped. This idiot started cussing me out for riding a motorcycle on a Federally designated, well marked, singletrack motorcycle trail! I asked him if he knew his whole family was hunting on a marked motorcycle trail, and he said yes! Then he rudely asked me how long we were going to be riding there! I said: "Oh, we've been riding here for about 10 years, and will probably be riding here at least 20 more". I had my hand in my riding jacket pocket with a 9mm with hollowpoints pointed right at him but he didn't know that. He moved aside and I went on. I'm sure he was really pissed when the next 10 guys finally came along.
I walked up on a huge sow hog with a litter. I had gotten off the bike to walk to a waterfall, and she had had her litter underneath the overhang behind the falls. I had a pistol, but she was about a 400 pounder, so I didn't shoot or try to reason with her, I just moved on. Quickly. Ok, I ran to my bike, did a donut, and hauled out of there!
I've found weed growing in the woods. Another time, 2 moonshine stills about a quarter mile apart. A stolen safe that someone had tried to shoot their way into and failed, but had drilled a hole in. I heard a truck coming my way and I got the heck out fast. It was on a buddy's dads land, I called him and he called the cops. It had been stolen from a restaurant the night before, and the cops figured out that one of the theives lived very nearby, so the truck was probably them coming to see who was riding a dirt bike near their haul.
I've been chased by a guy on a 4 wheeler trying to point a shotgun at me while he rode. That old fat guy could ride that 4wd Quad almost as fast as I could run away with a KTM 520! This idiot had illegally marked some Forest Service land as his own, was squatting illegally and had a shack built, living off the land.
I was chased for about a half mile by a 10 foot tall Great Dane. Well, it was only about 4 ft tall at the shoulders, but it looked bigger. At times that dog would cut through the woods and get an angle on me and get so close to my leg I could feel his breath. I never knew if he was trying to bite me or play, but he probably weighed as much as my bike! I didn't wanna play!
I got bit by a big mutt dog, but he only got my boot. I got away, went back with a big rock laying in my lap, and when he ran up beside me again, I slammed the rock on top of his head. You should have heard the noise he made! Kind of a grunt, squeal, growl. But he ran off wobbling and whining. Then the dogs owner jumped in his truck and chased me all the way to my stepfathers shop, trying to run me over. (I was 10 yrs old on an 80). His truck was faster but it was a curvy dirt road. I won in the turns. My stepdad was a bit old school. The guy had jumped out of his truck with a little .410 looking shotgun, and was yelling that someone was gonna pay for his dog. My stepdad pulled a .30.30 out of his truck and said someone's dog was gonna get killed if he tried to bite his kid again. He went away with his tail between his legs. The guy and the dog.
Yes, living in rural Arkansas is a hoot! A thrill a minute! Those are just motorcycle riding and gun stories and are all truth. I have buddies who have even crazier ones. One guy I know used to check water meters. When Perry County finally got off of well water on to "City Water", of course everyone signed up for it but didn't know that someone would come every month to read that there water meter they put in their front yard. He actually got shot, twice in one year! Ol Roy weren't too bright. I think getting shot once would have either gotten me a really big raise or another job.
I have 2 other stories while hunting where actual shots were fired. By me and my hunting buddy and the other guy. We stumbled into a dudes big weed field, and I don't mean Johnson grass. He had about 50 plants. I was technically on Forest Service land, but I was close enough to his singlewide that he could hear our squirrel dogs and he came a shootin. He shoulda known we had guns too. It was one large caliber bolt action vs. a .22 and a .20 guage, but we had big rocks and trees for cover. He was standing on the back porch of a house trailer in his underwear. Hell, we knew the guy! We knew that the gun he usually deer hunted with was a 4 shot bolt action. When he shot 4 times with a pause after, we let loose and ran him back inside, and we ran at about a 24 mph speed average for 3 miles back to my buddies house. We knew the guy, he was an older dude who had a dirt bike and had ridden with us once. We didn't know he grew weed on the creek behind his trailer though.
Do I go armed while riding? Hell, around here I go armed to the bathroom!