Got off the boat late Wednesday afternoon, went to Houma La, had a class Thursday, then went on to Abita Springs and met up with the guys I was going gator hunting with Friday. About 10:30 my partner from North Alabam cane rolling in, wecaught a quick nap got up and headed out, hooked up the boat and found out this guy has 7k acres of marsh leased on Lake Ponchatrain. I put Zach up first, got to the first bait, the bait was gone but the hook was up, no gator. Pulled up to the second one, line was down, told Z to get on it. He grabbed a hold of that line and that gator was pissed, it looked like something you’d see on Swamp People. He was fighting that gator, it’d come up thrash around throw water every where, finally got it up to the boat after prolly 10-15 mins of fighting with it, double tap to the head with a .22mag and game over. That put me up next, pulled up on the next bait, everything is still there, run to the next bait, we pull up in this little slough, a gator slides off the bank in to the water, pops up and I shoot him as he’s swimming away, he dives, pops right back up, I shoot him again. He goes to rolling so we are thinking he goes down and we all think he’s dead. Break out the big snatch hook, start trying to snag him. On about my 10th time I feel him when the hook touched him. I reared back on it got the hook set and he came alive. I fought him all over the place. Finally got him up to the boat turns out I had hooked him a still very alive gator in the back foot. Finally got him wore out, got him boatside. Double tap to the head and it’s over and tat wrapped up our gator huntin. It was an experience I’ll never forget. My gator was skinny and 7’11”. Zach’s was fatter and 8’. Met some new folks and had a great time.