When I was 14 a fox got into our chicken pen. We lived near the woods so it was a common occurence.
Me and my dad heard the noise, put on thick jackets, ran out of the house and he grabbed a big fucking axe and I grabbed a 4-pronged pitchfork.
We went in, and the fox couldn't escape because we cornered him in the opposite side from where he dug under the fence to get in (retard dug under the gate)
He tried to run between us but I caught his torso with the pitchfork and pinned him to the ground.
My father took a big swing and almost chopped his entire ass off, it was still connected by the belly skin and the guts were spilling.
I pushed the pitchfork harder, impaling him through the ribcage, and father swung again, this time splitting his head in two.
Total fox death