when I was a kid. me and my cousin billy Sterner cornered it and I kept doing half turn throws until I stuck it a good one. Then, after it mellowed out, stab to the back of the head finished it off. Skinned it at dusk, summer night, with skeeters eating us ALIVE, man. I stretched the pelt on a board with nails,, but made the mistake of putting it on a hot tin roof to dry and forgot it for several days. It shriveled up like a hunk of baling twine.