When I was a child I had a fox “come to” in my hands after my first tap and stomp. Just a light tap on the nose put him out and I did one heel stomp behind the leg. I guess that wasn’t enough, as he started writhing on the short trip back to the truck. I got both hands around his neck and quickly banged his head on the pickup and then put my heel back on the chest until I felt the heart quit beating.
