the two hogs on the right went down without incident. i really don't know how the left hog survived a shot to the ear, but i approached with utmost confidence that he was drt (dead right there). i didn't even take my gun since no finishing shot was anticipated. as i knelt to admire the cutters, he lunged, knocking me down with teeth gnawing and gnashing.
i grabbed his bottom cutters, one in each hand, to keep his snapping jaw away. i thought i might be able to roll him over, get on top and kick him in the nuts, but he was more than i could handle. plan b was to twist his head until his neck snapped. i got him in a scissor lock and began torquing his head when suddenly one cutter broke off in my hand. i couldn't hold him with just the other tooth, so i had no choice but to cram my arm down his throat to suffocate him.
his twin brother heard the fight and came over to join in. with my arm stuck down his throat to the elbow, i used the only weapon i had, and repeatedly stabbed the other hog in the eye with the first hog's tooth.
i don't mind feeding the yotes, but they really ought to wait until i leave.