Release your inner hunter and help me

I live on a beautiful spot on top of a mountain. The view is priceless and endless, like the depth downhill. In the past I havetried to walk down to the campsites down the valley , but was quickly caught up in all kinds of complicated and especially sharp thorns. Handy for a burglar who wants to climb from bottom to top so to with a solid door on the narrow access road and the natural protection full prickly bushes we had never suffered from invaders. Until last week. It was dusk, we enjoyed a glass of red wine while torches lit and everything was perfect until the children shouted that they heard growling in the bushes at the fig tree. "It will probably be a boar, and I jokingly said to my words to emphasize I grabbed a solid wood baseball bat playing my role of the brave man in the house. At the fig tree I saw, blind night owl that I am really, nothing. I heard some rustling and decided to provoke a reaction to do some rustling with my feet in the loose leaves. As if I pressed a button! Suddenly I heard less than 10 meters away a huge grunt and the sound of an approaching herd of wildebeest. You know that sound well, as low bommerdebombommerdebom 500 pounds on four legs pounding the ground. This time it was not safe on HD Discovery Channel in 5.1 surround DTS sound but the reality. I decided not to wait until I could see the beast in the eye, but gave the signal for us to retreat, and close all the shutters. Yeah, there is action everywhere on the Riviera. Today I already forgotten the incident until I was called with the news that there was a sort of creeping bear standing next to the trampoline. And believe me, the trampoline is really close to the house. I once heard somewhere that as a landowner in France with more than 2,500 square feet must you are allowed to have a rifle to defend your land. Sounds pretty cool, a gun in the house. Now I played a lot of hours, "Call of Duty" on Xbox, but shoating a boar of 200 pounds in front of the children, that's another thing. I imagine also that a wild boar will bleed a lot, thinking of the phrase "bleeding like a pig." What is wisdom? On the French website Caboom I can purchase a semi-automatic shotgun including a box of ammunition. And then? What do I do with a dead boar riddled under a trampoline, or even worse, as he might be  wounded screaming and running through the fence, into the pool, and ending his life at the bottom of it. Do I need the animal to bring the animal to the Intermarchee and get a good price for it or should I remove the skin within 4 hours,  rip the liver out and burry the flesh in the ground, like in the movie Into the wild? According to my dearest the beast about the size of a baby elephant. Mmmm. Maybe I should use a bazooka to I can shoot the beast towards Isola 2000. And what do I do with the screaming boar kids who lost their mother? Tough men, women also, release your inner hunter and help me.  Alternative hunting methods or a good spicy boar recipe, it's all welcome.