breaks over the swamp on the last day of
alligator hunting season in southern Louisiana. Swampers are down
to their final tags. It’s their last chance to
keep the beasts in check. Near Miyet Point, with 18
tags to fill by sundown, Daniel Edgar heads to
a strategic hot spot called location canals. These deep water
abandoned oil wells are known to shelter monsters. DANIEL EDGAR: These
location canals, it’s a place in a swamp where
the oil industry has come. They’ll dig a canal into the
swamp, set a drilling rig, drill down. And there’s a rig location. And that’s where
that name comes from. And when they leave, these big
alligators, especially big ones like those location canals. NARRATOR: Just last year,
the enormous black gold gator slipped through their grasp. T, Black Gold– he’s in one of these
location canals, T. He’s a giant
alligator, real dark. And he’s been on our mind and
on our hit list since last year. Black Gold and
I, we kind of got this grudge going,
because he’s made a fool out of me several times. That’s the property line. So Black Gold’s smart. He can read, yeah? That’s an alligator. I got him, buddy. Oh, he came off. Aw! Look!
Look! Look, he’s in the canal. Look, he’s in the canal. DANIEL EDGAR: Oh, shoot
him, T. Don’t move. Shoot him, T. Take your time. You got him, T. You
catch the back leg. Ready? Let’s go, T. We’ve been chasing
Black Gold for a while. And when you get locked onto
an animal, it becomes personal. So we set everything we have in
our hearts to get this animal. We don’t stop till we get him. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, T.
BIG T: Right here. Right here. DANIEL EDGAR: That
might be him, T. BIG T: I’m gonna put my
gloves on, just in case. Well, no.
No. Yeah. He’s coming to me. He’s coming to me. I got him, T. Holy [bleep]! BIG T: Not again.
DANIEL EDGAR: Again. I had him. BIG T: Aw, man. NARRATOR: To catch his nemesis,
Daniel tries to stir Black Gold from his hiding spot. BIG T: Oh, yeah. Look, look, look,
look, look right here. There he is, right here. Whoa, T, that’s him. That’s him, buddy. BIG T: Oh, yeah, he’s big. DANIEL EDGAR: Go! Shoot that son of a bitch. Come on, man. DANIEL EDGAR: Shoot, T! He’s going to get away. DANIEL EDGAR: You got it, T? BIG T: Yeah. [gunshot] DANIEL EDGAR: Get
you another shot. Yeah! BIG T: Yeah! DANIEL EDGAR: Boo-yah! We got that rascal. BIG T: I knew he couldn’t win. DANIEL EDGAR: I told you
we’d get Black Gold, T. BIG T: Same sucker that got away
from us last year, right here. DANIEL EDGAR: You can run,
But you can’t hide, buddy. BIG T: He won the battle,
But he didn’t win the war. Ready, set, go. DANIEL EDGAR: Oh! That’s what I’m
talking about, T. BIG T: Last tag, baby. DANIEL EDGAR: All right.
Good season. BIG T: Done, baby. DANIEL EDGAR:
Thank you, partner. That last click
of the last tag– phew. D-U-N, done. That’s a good feeling.