I was there late sixties. I thought it was 'meh' even as a kid.
The "wrestler" walked around in the knee deep black water pool trying to find the poor thing and when he finally hoisted it out of the water, maybe four feet long, we thought it was dead.
He held it up for a few moments shaking it around like it was putting up a fight (it wasn't) then when he held it level it wriggled out of his hands and dove back into the water wishing they would leave him alone.
What a gyp. I think it was drugged.