Hey Flint, been a couple years since I've visited this thread. Good to see it's still going.
As you know, I finished my .458 SOCOM build about 4 years ago, just in time for all my time to be taken up with my (now 3) kids. Unfortunately, the hogs don't let up, and have have over the past year or so taken to tearing up all the trails on my (wooded) property. I get a good pattern on the sounders and boars that stick around, but opportunities to set out on a stand are pretty slim. I'd every once in a while hear them making their way to the tank or towards the feeder, but the density of the woods here puts the advantage to the pigs for a stalking hunt. I have, a couple of times, made my way out when there were pigs out there and attempted to creep up on them, but to no success.
I had noticed on one of the cameras that overlooks the tank that there was a pig in particular that would show up at around dusk and often while it's still light out:
I made it a habit of taking a look back there (behind the house) if I was going to head outside. One night in early April, I was headed out to the truck to make a run to the grocery store and peered around the side of the house to see this same pig trotting up to the water. I quickly went back inside and grabbed the .458 SOCOM. It was still plenty light out, so I decided getting close was a no-go. Luckily, I'd been working on a ballistic table (this rifle is zeroed at 21/140y with my 405gr SP hunting loads), so I knew I'd be aiming about 3 inches low at the ~100y distance the pig was at.
I decided I'd take the shot prone and aim to punch through the shoulders, in case my ballistic calculations were off. I laid down at the corner of the house and waited for the pig to turn broadside. Sure enough, it did in the same spot as in the photo above. I touched off a round, and the pig dropped right there.
I was happy to find that I hit right where I was aiming, punching straight through both shoulders. I didn't' hit the heart, but it wasn't attached to anything on the head side, to I'm pretty sure I severed the main vein running in that direction (anterior vena cava). She only weighed 90 pounds, but at least there's one less of them tearing up my place. I cleaned/skinned her, and the vultures had a party the next day with the hide and entrails. I took the carcass to a processor in the city, and ended up with 28 pounds of sausage plus backstrap and tenderloins when it was all said and done.