In this age of ammo shortages, folks might try just about anything. If hard times hit, it might get really ugly.
So a story:
Back in about 1904, my grandfather bought a farm. Not really a hard scrabble farm, but not huge. The idea was to grow enough to eat and feed critters (also to eat.) And it became obvious to them they needed a gun to help kill the hapless critters other than chickens. Looking around, they couldn't find a Winchester 1 of 1000 or anything like that. But they discovered the generosity of the government would ship them (US Mail) a Springfield for about $1.50. They would also sell a box of military surplus ammo for $1.70. Anyone see an imbalance here? Anyway those big slugs were expensive back then, costing about 9 cents each. (anyone been seeing 22 rimfires going for 10 cents?) OK, the practical part was a beef was a big critter and so was a hog. So if you blew a whole dime on each one, it wasn't going to break the bank.
And missing wasn't a big issue since the range was a foot or two off the critters punkin haid. So the problem occurred when the desire for other things like wild bunny's or a hungry fox or hawk appeared. It was back then they discovered the Springfield would chamber and shoot the much cheaper and lighter recoiling .410 shot shells. Better still, the local hardware and feed stores stocked them. They also discovered the shot column was enough to also kill the critters at close range. For shotshell use, the 2 groove rifling didn't hurt the patterns too badly. A winner all the way around.
I know how unreliable family lore is. But the old Springfield was destined for me in the early 1950s. My brother had no interest in guns at all, and I spent my youth in the gun room with my dad. So when I inherited it I also received the sole remaining original cartridge. It looked for all the world to be a rimfire .45-70. It was internal primed. Unusual. So when I passed the gun along to my youngest, I made sure he got that cartridge. And I told him the story/history. Which he promptly lost.

Both the story and the shell vanished. He never did listen well.
It never occurred to me to fire anything else in the rifle, and I never owned a .410 (nor wanted to.)