They're timid, skittish. A chicken, maybe, but they ain't gonna eat no housecat. Course, there's something called a coydog and there ain't no telling what they're gonna do, being that they got that little bit of domesticity in them. Coyotes, now, there ain't no getting' rid of 'em once they take over an area. Texas hasn't been able to eradicate them and they've spent millions.
Hogs can be the same way.
Buckner's hunting club put a few hogs out on its land, never having had any on the property before. Now, the novelty has worn off and the sausage crop is bumper. Buckner has pinned hopes for controlling the population on a repeating trap capable of corralling several animals at a setting. A raccoon, due to its cleverness, was the greatest prize. I learned to modify the traps to prevent raccoons from rolling them over and escaping when the doors fell open.