There had been a family of woodchucks making holes in his field along a stone wall and under the wall, as well as feasting on his garden.
He could never get a shot at them. One day, he had enough.
Gas was cheaper then. He poured a 5 gallon can of it in the holes and lit it off. Lucky it didn't send him to heaven along with the chucks. The gas had run down the holes under he wall. When it blew, the rocks became like a giant fragmentation grenade.
His cows and what was left of his garden and were now safe, and he had some windows to fix.
I suggested a nice fuel-air bomb a couple of weeks ago.