my buddy in high school was the class president, but he was one sick bastard.
his backyard was all wooded and had lots of critters runnin around, especially yotes. he would sit in his room and play tapes of crows in distress. this would lure the yotes in and he would f'n blast em from his window.
then he would burn them in huge bonfires(thats another story). we would drink beers around the fire oblivious as to what was being cooked in the middle. once you smelled the funk you felt like
needless to say, the yotes started to disappear....