We killed a lot of hogs in the Oconee River swamps in central Georgia. We loved to eat a smoked wild hog ham.
And one day my buddy killed one about that size. We didn't weigh it but we called it 420 pounds. One shot in the neck from a 30-06, Winchester Silvertip 180 gr, the hog keeled over. It was a boar. That was one weird thing about hog hunting, compared to deer, you could tell a boar when he was facing away from you, the balls on a boar were the size of a grapefruit.
It was quite a chore to haul that monster out of the swamp. It looked like a dinosaur.
I had a meat grinder, we cut off five pounds of meat, we were going to eat some more pork sausage. I must say, while grinding the meat, it did not smell good.
We put 3 patties in the frying pan, and it smelled so bad it ran us out of the kitchen.
We tossed the sausage out in the yard to the dog, he let out a yelp and ran to the other side of the yard. The mutt wouldn't touch it.
We killed 50 or 60 hogs back then and that was the only one we didn't eat.
