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I was too youg to remember.
But, way back before California became the PRK my Dad, after too large a dose of sour-mash, decided to eliminate the numerous rattlesnakes that had denned-up in a low cave behind the house. Well fortified with Black Jack Daniel's Snake-Bite-Cure-And-Courage-Enhancer he stuffed his pockets with twelve-gauge shells, grabbed a flashlight, procured a shovel, and proceeded into the cave.
It required much coaxing by freinds and family to get him to crawl back out. No volunteers to go in after him.
I still haven't figured out how to load a shovel. Are they on the assault weapons list?
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