A long time ago, when I started exploring Cornwall's Central Mines, my attention was initially pipped by United and Consols. 2 of the biggest copper mines of the old world, United having an unlined rubbish tip over it. It was always a case of "If you go in united, you've got landfill gas and bio-nasties eating the oxygen, you'll want a safety lamp at least".
Following exploring most of that we then were interested in mines of Scorrier, Wheal Busy, Killifreth and Hallenbeagle. The whole lot are notorious for bad air. Hallenbeagle has raised CO2 from rotting sawdust thrown down shafts and Killifreth and Busy are "thin" largely due to thiobacillus and poor ventilation.
We had a few close ones and my chum and I set about doing some scientific-ish testing.
Armed with this information:-
http://nhvss.org.au/wp-content/publications/CO2.htm We set about going into a mine with horrendous low oxygen and "calibrating" everything to everything and ourselves to that. It is quite odd seeing your butane lighter with a 5" flame with the bottom 2" not lit and exploring interfaces of bad air with a flame that stays where it is when you lower your lighter. The mine commonly goes down to 10.4%, which is very very nasty indeed. My Davey lamp dimmed and then went out at 15%, where the butane lighter was quite normal. The lighter started doing funny things until 14% when it made big flashes of flame, but would not light. Lower than 13.5%, the lighter just sparked. Per the table, you'd strike a match and the chemical reaction would happen and the only product was SOx from the match head reaction, no flame at all.
In the meantime, our focus turned to ourselves. I decided that around the 11.2% I would wait, while my chum pushed onto the end of the drive. I was hot, sweaty, feeling weak, but otherwise fine. Following my chum coming back along the drive, he was flushed and "a bit odd". We decided to do some exercise to test how we responded with a bit of exertion. He climbed some stoping (flat) and almost immediately became "drunk". I talked him down and we exited that section back into clean air.
The idea was that we'd calibrate ourselves to our gas meter and know what the numbers meant. I have recently been out with someone with a meter who started freaking out and wanting to turn around at 18%. (When your Davy lamp is quite happy). The whole name of the game is being able to safely explore somewhere without snuffing it. Now, we should all realise that HSE have a very good point and stay at home and watch telly. But since we aren't going to, it follows that we should get ourselves calibrated.
It's pointless carrying a meter if you don't know how the numbers apply to you.
All of this requires more research. The other day, 4 of us did not do an 80m shaft because the O2 was 18% for the bottom third. It's like tuning the engine, you alter the size of your valves and the ports are too small, you increase them and you need a different camshaft, or carburettors. The whole thing has many sets of variables, of which your body has many. The volume of air, your progression through it and how your body functions in a hypoxic atmosphere are huge variables. The same shaft that we chose not to drop was done by 3 people with a starting reading of 20.1%. When they exited, the last reading was 17%. This is quite low. Things start getting interesting around the 13% mark, which is what 4 of us would have probably done to the air in there. It's quite possible that a reduced efficiency and increased exertion would have upped the CO2 and stripped even more O2 making things even more borderline. It's unlikely anyone would have snuffed it, but they would have almost certainly had a "nasty" experience. (A nasty experience is the stage before the "I don't think we're getting out of here alive" experience - both of which are horrible, but not fatal)
As I've said, old cavers didn't have gas meters. They pushed it, they took it slowly and they knew when it was time to turn around. Perhaps they used their carbide lamps, perhaps they used a fag, or lighter, or davy lamp. The important thing was that since they took it steady, they had plenty of reserve oxygen in their tissue fluids. Their bodies changed gradually enough for them to get out. This is what people need to do.
It seems that many people go steaming around mines with their cameras out, looking for those photos to put on facebook, not really seeing what's around them, not really understanding their surroundings, or how their body behaves in them. It's easy to have another gadget for that task, and let that do the thinking for you.
I am about to get another meter. I don't need it for going in levels. I'm fine with that. What I'm not fine with is dropping a shaft with no air in it, or a small shaft that a load of us plan to go down. In this case, a meter is a good thing.
A word of warning. The last close one I had, we dropped the shaft with a meter and decided to leave the meter at the shaft so we wouldn't get scared by the numbers. On route along a big level towards the sound of a massive waterfall, I said "Hang on a sec, light your lighter Kev" to a mate. He had a wet thumb and we carried on towards the sound of rushing water (which indicates good air, right). We got to a shaft station and realised the oxygen was borderline. Like really borderline.
I don't think anything beats proceeding carefully. Effective exploration happens when you personally know when it's time to get out, not because a meter says so.
Do not underestimate the effect of oxygen in tissue fluids. This is fitness and muscle mass related. Small things run out of oxygen first, but use less for starters! I decided that since at 10.2, the table says I'm going to black out, that I'd see whether that was the case. In our industrial unit, we had some big 1600L plastic bags. I rigged one up to some racking and got my other half to tape me into this when it was blown up, along with my gas meter. I rigged this so that if I blacked out, it would rip a hole in the bag and I would regain consciousness. It wasn't like Hutchence, because no whanking was involved.
Anyway, I breathed it down to 6% O2 on the meter and I was still going. This indicated the tissue fluid phenomena. If someone who was anorexic did this, they might have had a different experience!
Again, this is another indicator of numbers on a gas meter being not representative of whether you're about to snuff it, or not.