Reminds me of when we first moved here. I was napping on the couch in the living room, woke up and as I was getting off the couch, I look in the back yard and it's full of piglets with mama. I jumped up and found my .308 and loaded it, ran to the back porch just as they were leaving. I got a shot at mama's butt as they hit the woods. I knew I'd hit her, but it was near dark and I had no appetite for going after a wounded pig in the dark. Next day, the buzzards showed me where she was.
Another one I set up to shoot in the back yard. They'd rooted up half my yard, so I set some corn out and put a motion detector on a tree nearby. About 4AM that thing started going off and woke me up. I grabbed my SKS with green laser. I eased out on the porch in my underwear (not a pretty sight) and rested on a post. At the time, I was suffering BAD with cataracts which I had to wait to have fixed. All I could see in the pitch black was a few outlines of black, but the eyes shined bright. So, I put the crosshairs between a pair of those shiny eyes and loosed a round. I actually heard him flop and kick a couple of times. He was about 100 lbs. I had that pig skinned and on ice as the sun was coming up.
I'd blown the top of his head off.
See, I have no vistas out the back. Woods start about 50 yards behind the house. So, no need for my 7 mag or anything.