Actually, concealed handguns weren't the issue, but that's the turn the thread has taken and since it's spirited but civil it's a good turn and let's go with it.
I know that there is some limited hunting in the UK, I was speaking in relative terms. (In the last couple years, for example, I've shot deer, bear, moose, caribou, antelope, coyote, beaver, rabbits, squirrels, ducks and turkey.)
Anyway, there seem to be many posts here (including yours above) about all the permits, regulations and requirements for everything down to catching crawfish.
Didn't you say yourself earlier that you had a permit to carry for your work and another for outside of work? A permit's a permit.

There are regulations about which weapons can be used for which prey and I don't recall ever hearing anyone disagreeing with them. The property checks are much the same, no-one I know has ever been too bothered by a five to ten minute police check every once in a whenever.
The HUGE difference is sheer acreage. We live on a pokey wee island where land ownership has been competitively guarded for - I dunno really - a thousand years? Two? Ten?
However long its been, we have no public hunting areas....

....and as you mentioned to Toddy, hunting can be a very expensive hobby. There are a lot of places that'll relieve you of a lot of cash for the privilage. There are whole communities that rely on tourist hunting and large(by our standards

) areas of the highlands known as deer forests where there's nothing bar deer(and heather) for as far as you can seen.
That's the commercial side of hunting though, you must surely have the same thing in the US? They make life easy, bunk house, guide, pack it out, butcher, etc and you pay by the pound for the meat you take away with you.
At the other end you have free hunts on any land where you have permission. The house I grew up in came with permission for the glen it was in. The other farm cottages had it also. The woodcutting rights were more important on a day-to-day basis but my uncle(the shooter in the family) used to come over and fill the larder regularly. If there was an organised bird shoot coming up we'd hear about it a few weeks beforehand and lay off them for the duration.
When I was at university(three pretty skint years) the last tenner in the house was always to stick one of the guys I lived with onto a train home for the weekend. A rucksack full of venison goes a long way in a student household and makes a hell of a difference to the finances. He had shooting rights to not only his own farm but also two neighbouring ones. Not all farmers shoot, farming's tough going and some don't have the time, others don't have the inclination, some are happy to give permission for a haunch a kill.
The free approach all depends on who you know of course. If you're in the country yourself it's those roundabout you, chance encounters and bethering in the pub that gets you permission. It's a fair while since I lived in the country now though.
I could likely still go and join the old flatmate in a hunt on the island, or could ask permission of a pal for some other land, or could join my uncle(or a workmate, or either of maybe three localish forum members here or on SotP).
There sure does tend to be a lot of venison at meets and I don't recall anyone ever saying it was a £500 stew so I'm only guessing that other folk have their sources too.
I don't own a gun. Have never felt any desire to carry one in everyday life. Have had a couple of random kickings from headcases who took me completely by surprise. Neither had a gun(one had knife).
Had I been carrying one I reckon it'd have belonged to the headcase by the time I'd picked myself up. If that's the sort of pathetic pacifistic "victimise me!"approach that has you disappointed then I'm sorry but if it all changed tommorrow and five million brits started carrying there'd be another hundred tooled-up headcases by Burns Night just through stolen guns.
I do feel that folk who've already proven themselves to be capable of owning a firearm without flipping out and taking out half the hockey team should be allowed to own pistols. The knee-jerk thing was out of order. One of my dad's pals had to decommission a lovely old flintlock pistol which made a fabulous noise and was never likely to be used in anger again.
Baaaaaa.
