On the final day of a treacherous gator season...
No tag left behind.
It's do or die...
He's bigger than I thought he was, cuz.
Don't let him pull you in the water now, cousin.
As hunters fight
to recover from a month of storms...
We gonna clean up everything that's left.
-Fire in the hole. -[gunshot]
Racing against a ticking clock...
We running out of daylight.
It's really a fight for time.
To fill their remaining tags...
Whoa! Bring him up, P.
Lord. Mr. Troy, shoot him, shoot him!
Every last beast...
I'm a little worried to be honest.
I'm not sure I'm gonna finish tagging out.
Come on, Willie!
Every last battle...
Damn! This is looking bad.
Will determine their fate.
Don't you let him go!
Wha-- hey! Don't let the line go!
I should've just stayed home and stayed in bed.
Aah! We ain't got one gator in the boat yet.
Not one.
What the [bleep] are you doing?
♪
[gunshots]
In Pierre Part,
it's all hands on deck
for Troy and the Landry teams,
who must tag out today.
But overnight rains and cool temperatures
have the deck already stacked against them.
Ready?
Yeah, I'm ready. I think so.
All right.
Rainy weather for the last week and a half,
and then a cold front.
-That's all we need. -Ain't no good.
But we can't control Mother Nature.
Nope, we're gonna be all right.
We gotta take it like it comes.
Gonna be a nasty one.
With 60 total tags left,
the Landrys divide the work.
Troy and Pickle take 25,
Don and Calum 19,
Jacob and Willie 14,
and two for expert marksman Chase,
to hunt an area where the lines have been empty all season.
We had over 900 tags this year to fill.
Right now, we have 60 tags left.
Shouldn't be too hard.
But the weather's crap, so hopefully we get it done.
Okay, listen, let's stay focused.
You good? You got what you need?
Let's make something happen.
I gave tags to Calum and Don,
I gave some to Jacob and Little Willie,
and then Chase is coming to help us.
You try to ride around and snipe more than you been doing,
and hopefully we can tag out today.
We down to 60 tags.
It's not a lot a lot,
but it can be a lot
if they not biting, you know.
All right, let's roll. Come on.
-All right then. -Hit the road, Jack.
-Y'all pray for me. -Yeah.
Y'all say some prayers. I need 'em.
And really and truly, a year like this year
with the storms and all the problems we had,
I don't care if we tag out on a five-foot alligator.
I just wanna tag out.
I think I'm ready.
All right, let's go.
Meanwhile, in Bayou La Penn,
veteran swampers Leron Jones and Anthony "Porkchop" Williams
are down to their final eight tags,
and they're determined to get them filled
no matter what.
Oh, I can complain.
This is the wettest season, man,
we experienced in years, bro.
It's been a rough season, man,
and all this bad weather and everything.
But me and Leron, we gotta still go do what we gotta do.
We got eight more to go, man.
We gotta buckle down, man.
We got to fill these tags.
Hold on, hold on, cuz.
-What're we looking at? -Got something on here, cousin.
That's it.
-He's barely hooked... -He's barely hooked, cuz.
Give me a shot, Porkchop.
Try it again. Cuz, he's barely hooked.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Pull him up slow. Let me get a shot on him, cuz.
He's barely hooked, cuz. We about to lose him.
Cuz, I'm trying.
[gunshot]
Whoo!
-Help me there. -There ya go, cuz.
This seven-footer might not be winning
any blue ribbons at the county fair,
but the hunters know
they're one step closer to their goal of tagging out.
It wasn't a spectacular gator, but guess what?
He was bigger than a lizard, and I put the tag in his tail.
Anything goes, man, you know.
We down to seven tags left.
I hope we pull this through.
Meanwhile, as rain comes down in Belle River,
heir to the swamp throne Jacob Landry
and his deckhand Little Willie Edwards
head out on the water.
-Is it still hanging? -Yeah.
Damn, that ain't good.
That ain't a good sign, Willie.
With 14 tags and nothing but empty hooks
to start the day, Jacob knows
they've got to roll up their sleeves
and brute force their way across the finish line.
That ain't good.
That's more lines hanging in the last two minutes
than we saw all season.
Going into the last day of the season,
we don't want a storm or a cold front to come in
and really make our job
a lot harder than what it already is.
But at the same time,
I really feel confident with everybody fishing.
We all a team, we all helping each other out,
we all have to do our job and finish at the end of the season
with an empty bag of tags, and that's our goal.
Oh, whoa, a tree shaker.
Oh!
A tree shaker, Willie.
Ooh-wee.
Damn. I can't wait to see what he is.
-Good one? -Oh, yeah.
Oh, now we're talking. Oh, yeah.
I like fishing in the rain all of a sudden.
Oh, [bleep].
That's a good one there, Willie.
Whoa, cowboy.
Oh, yeah.
Whoa, turbo!
What you got going on over there?
Yeah, we gotta hurry up and get this thing in the boat.
Oh, baby, come on, you big sucker.
[gunshot]
-Boom. -There we go.
Old Quick Draw McGraw, boy.
That's a starter.
That's a big boy there. We gonna need the choker.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
All right, you ready?
One, two, three.
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby.
That's a big one.
Yeah, baby!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Watch him. Watch him, Willie.
He's gonna get ya.
-Good one there. -Hell, yeah.
Not bad for the first alligator.
It's a good one.
This ten-foot giant
gets the ball rolling for the hunters,
but Jacob knows it'll be a battle to the very end.
It's nice to catch a good gator like this
in the beginning of the day, but I know
that we got a long road ahead of us.
And with everything we been through this season,
just to be honest with you, I'm really not that confident
in filling 'em all by the end of the day.
Good way to get it kicked off.
On to the next line.
Let's get it, baby.
Meanwhile, in Bayou Le Vieux,
Troy and Pickle hope to tag out fast
and get out of the rain,
but with only one gator in the boat so far
and 24 to go,
the King of the Swamp is expecting a long day.
Let's day of the season.
I want you and I to practice today
being as nice as we can be to each other.
I practice that every day,
but I want you to practice it today.
Okay, I think-- I think a day like today,
we probably should because it's already
kind of crappy out here.
Are you sure you don't want your rain suit?
You're already soaking wet, you--
No, let's look for the line. Imma worry about that later.
I hope we can tag out today.
Right now, because of this cool front,
alligators can't smell the bait, they can't pinpoint the bait.
We gotta push through. We gotta do our job.
There's no come back tomorrow and let's do it tomorrow.
Talk to me, P.
Give me a second.
My eyes ain't as good as you think.
Man, I can't see with this cloudy weather.
Oh, I see it now. You tied to that little tree.
-Look, the little-- -Oh, I see.
--the line's on that little tree up there.
-P! Look here, look, look. -I see it.
What?
Everything's tore up on the bank.
You see the line?
I see the line going back there.
What we got?
Dude! A big one.
-A big one? -Oh, Lord!
-Watch him. Huh? -It's a good one.
It's a good one.
Oh, watch him, Peewee.
Oh, Lord.
Yeah, he's alive. I see his eye open.
-Okay, listen. -What?
Put a good one in him
and hurry up and get ready to put a second.
Sneak up real quiet, shoot him from behind.
Shoot him from behind.
-All right? -All right.
He's moving. Imma shoot.
Imma shoot him. Imma shoot him.
-Hold on-- -He's moving, he's moving!
Hurry up!
-[alligator growls] -Shoot him!
Back in Bayou Le Vieux, Pickle's in a tight spot
with a giant land gator.
Imma shoot him. Imma shoot him.
-He's moving. -Hurry up!
-[alligator growls] -Shoot him!
-[gunshot] -Hurry up, shoot him again!
Shoot him again!
[gunshot]
Think I got him.
-That's a good one. -Good job, P.
Good alligator, Peewee.
Big alligator.
Watch your fingers.
His foot's stuck.
This nine-footer
fills a second tag for Troy and Pickle,
and the hunters can only hope
this means their luck has turned around.
Oh, yeah. Good job, Peewee.
Nice.
Hopefully this picks up. If we gotta go
and treble hook a couple alligators
or whatever we gotta do,
We gotta get alligators in this boat and quick,
because we only have the rest of the evening
to finish our season, and that's it.
So hopefully we get it done.
That was my lucky knife.
I let me little helper use it one time.
[Pickle laughs]
She meant well.
That's all that matters.
[Pickle laughs]
A few miles away, in Bayou Plumyay,
Don Brewer and his deckhand Calum
are working hard to fill their share
of the remaining Landry quota,
but so far they haven't made so much as a dent
in their 19 tags.
Miserable.
I'm sick of chicken and I'm sick of rain.
-See movement? -Not really.
We've already ran ten lines and not one damn gator yet.
Last day, we got 19 tags to fill,
me and old Calum,
pouring down rain.
I mean, everything's wet.
What it be looking, boss?
I don't think we got nothing.
You think it's the weather? I mean...
I mean, it's gotta be.
We're not off to a good start.
No, sir, we're not.
And we run about a dozen lines,
we ain't even got one gator in the boat yet. Not one.
If you're a praying man, right now might be
the time to put a little out for us.
Oh, yeah, I've been.
This is looking bad.
Hey, that line look tight, going straight out.
We got something on it. Don't know how big he is.
Pulling tight.
It look big. I sure hope it is.
What is it? A good'un?
Yeah, but it's heavy.
-You got it? -Dude, he's heavy.
Oh, dude, I think it's a good one.
Dang, look at that big boy.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa. -Got him? You got him?
-You got him? -Yeah.
Dang.
Whoo! Look at that right there, boy.
[bleep]! Grab that-- oh, [bleep]!
Oh, [bleep].
-Don't let the line go! -I dropped the line.
[bleep]. Don't ever let that line go.
Dude, he was about to pull me in.
-Got him? -Yeah.
Don't let that line go!
-[gunshot] -What a miss.
Damn, dude, I'm trying to get on him.
Shoulda let the gator throw him over.
There he goes! Don't you let him go.
Don't let him go!
Aah!
Bring him up, bring him up, bring him up, bring him up!
You gotta get him up!
That's what I'm talking about!
Uh-huh, the misfit crew, baby.
-The misfit crew got a good one. -Whoo!
Yeah, we need that choker on him.
Yeah, you ain't lying. We gonna use that choker on this one.
The hunters finally have their first gator,
and he's a giant.
But with 18 more tags to fill,
they've got their work cut out for 'em.
One, two, three.
I got a gator on this line, so I'm feeling better.
But right now I need tags.
I need 19 gators to tag today.
I don't care if these things are five foot long,
four foot long.
Nineteen gators is what I need today.
-First tag. -Bam!
Good job, brother. Atta boy.
Back in Bayou La Penn,
heavy rain has turned to thick fog,
and so far Leron and Porkchop have only managed
to fill two of their remaining eight tags.
-[laughs] -You know?
The fog is real bad.
Visibility is, like, five feet in front of me,
and time ain't on my side
with these eight tags left I gotta fill.
If we don't fill 'em, we damn sure
ain't gonna get 'em back next season.
Every second counts right now, and this fog is slowing me down.
It's not great. And hopefully
it'll clear up soon because we gotta go make this happen.
Go in that water, it's so foggy,
ain't nobody can save you, cuz.
Look at that big piece of driftwood
just hanging right there.
Aah.
This damn sure ain't how we wanna start
the last day of the season, cuz.
The fog is so thick,
the gators, man, they're not even biting.
So that's setting us back already, you know?
I don't know, cuz.
We already starting off bad right now.
I mean, line after line, we ain't had nothing, you know?
So, this fog need to hurry up and do what it have to do
and get on out of here
so me and Leron can go fill these tags.
Meanwhile, over on Belle River,
Jacob and Little Willie
have only filled five
of their remaining 14 tags,
and the weather is making it difficult
for Jacob to see the finish line.
-Bunch of 'em hanging. -Yeah.
What we got, Willie?
It's slack, look like.
-Not good, huh, bro? -I don't think so.
We ain't gonna tag out like this.
Man, I hate running all that way with this fog like this.
Foggy morning like this,
you don't see nothing swimming around.
It's a little more than what I wanna have.
I'd much rather have ten or 12,
where you have a lot more confidence
on catching that many,
especially when you're not catching the best.
Oh, yeah, look at all the mud stirred up.
Ooh, yeah, baby.
Might be the one right here.
See it? Okay, now I see it.
I couldn't find where it was at.
Feels good?
What you got?
Ooh, it's heavy.
-Whoo-whee! -Big boy McCoy there, boy.
Big old gator. We'll take him, bra.
Give him to me, Willie. Damn.
Ooh.
Watch him. Watch him, Willie!
Hey! Jeez!
On Belle River, Jacob and Willie are
wrestling a rowdy gator.
Hey!
-Oh! -Whoo-whee!
Bite the gun.
Oh, yeah, baby.
[gunshot]
Remember when...
remember when we was on Six Mile Lake.
They done called the National Guard in on us.
Come on, you big river gator.
Even with this eight-footer on board,
the hunters are still less than halfway to their goal.
But Jacob's keeping his head down
and his eyes on the prize.
You know, in the back of my mind,
there's always that questionable doubt
that, you know, will you fill the tags,
will you get the job done?
It's gonna be hard to do.
Putting some gators in the boat now.
Yeah. Filling tags.
I'm just ready to be done. I got enough.
Fricking heat wave, hurricane, monsoon,
everything Mother Nature could throw at us
this year, we got it.
Back in Bayou Le Vieux,
Troy and Pickle have 25 tags to fill,
but between the overnight rains and late morning fog,
they've only landed five gators so far.
100% humidity today, huh?
Yeah, 100%.
Misty, misty.
I'm just worried about how much the gators are gonna bite
with this weather.
I don't see 'em swimming nowhere.
We gonna be lucky to get 'em.
I feel in my heart, I feel like we got
less time than ever because we ran a lot of lines
this morning with nothing.
And when you got a foggy morning,
you not gonna catch nothing.
You not gonna fill no tags.
So, I'm really getting worried now.
What you see up front?
I see damage. Look like I see damage.
I can't see nothing.
It's harder yet with the fog.
I can't see nothing when it's sunny, much less like this.
I don't like it.
What we got, P?
Ooh-hoo!
That line's tight.
Hold on. You know what I'm gonna do? Listen.
-I'm gonna cut the line. -Yeah.
And we're gonna tie it to the boat.
Imma try to pull him out.
-Talk to me. -Okay.
[revs engine]
Yeah, he's coming. Keep going.
Ooh, it feel like a big one, Peewee.
Bring him up, Peewee.
Show him who's the boss.
Don't let him go.
Oh, no, he's rolling, he's rolling.
-This is him! This is him! -Oh, my God!
Shoot him! Shoot him!
[gunshot]
Oh, Lord.
Got him.
Good job, Peewee, good job.
It took a lot of effort to land this ten-footer,
and the hunters still need 19 gators
just to fill their share of the family tags.
-Ready? -One, two, three!
Oh, I'm on the line.
So Troy can't help but worry
about how the other Landry boats are doing.
I'm not planning on leaving any tags unfilled,
and I'm hoping that Don and Jacob can do the same thing.
But the first half of the day was real slow for us,
so I don't know how they caught, if they having trouble also.
But I'm really worried that
it's gonna be a struggle for them.
Took a while to get that mess undone, huh?
-Mm-hmm. -But--
-Gotta pick it up. -Yup.
It's worth it. At least we got him.
-Starting the countdown. -Yeah.
Back in Bayou Plumyay...
Don and Calum are struggling.
They've still got 13 tags left to fill,
and Don's hoping the weather
will finally turn for the better.
That chicken's hanging
and that chicken's hanging.
You know, that water's cool.
That might've really affected 'em.
We saw two nice alligators here yesterday.
I think today when that sun comes out
and that water's so dang cold,
I think they're gonna be up on that bank catching that sun.
I would think so, too.
We might get up there, and, dude, you might shoot
a 12-foot gator sitting right on the bank this morning.
-That would be perfect. -That would be nice, huh?
-What? -Oh, bam.
We got six gators in the boat. Six tags. That's it.
We got a ton of rain last night, and it's holding us back.
It's cooling the water off. It's making bad fishing,
It's just-- It's just a pain the butt.
I should've just stayed home and stayed in bed.
-Oh! -Oh, oh, oh.
-Meat on the line. -Meat on the line.
That's what I'm talking about, baby.
All right, bro.
Take you to that stump.
Yeah.
Oh, he got a mess, huh?
Yeah, might not be too bad.
Oh, yeah. Hell, yeah.
Get the gun.
Damn, look at him go, boy.
Give me a shot!
Man!
Man, he just bit the side of the damn boat.
Son of a gun.
Give me a shot!
[gunshot]
There you go, there you go.
-Good job. -Dang.
Hey, you know what that is? Another tag.
Another tag, baby.
This eight-footer brings the hunters
one step closer to the finish line...
That's what I'm talking about.
And Don knows this last day
will be a marathon, not a sprint.
We got seven gators in the boat.
I mean, we're getting that much closer.
We still got lines that will produce.
So hopefully, hopefully we tag out today.
One gator at a time.
Good job, Calum, good job, bra.
That sun comes up, then that fog burns,
hell, ain't no telling what might be in here.
Over in Bayou Deendoan,
halfway through the last day of the season,
the fog finally lifts.
It's great news for Chase Landry,
who's aiming to help his family fill two tags
in an area that's been notoriously difficult
to catch gators on the lines.
We coming in here like a cleaning crew.
We coming in and gonna be like a vacuum cleaner.
Gonna clean up everything that's left.
I'm available, so I'm coming out here today
to help my old man. And hopefully
with a little bit of luck, we'll get an opportunity, and--
and I'll be able to-- to put the scope
and the Browning to use.
Oh, yeah, that's a man back here.
If you look, he's-- he's right by the lilies right there.
You can see him good. The one right there
in front of us swimming.
Close to us, about 40 yards,
50 yards, something like that.
See right here?
[gunshot]
Oh, I'm way high.
Way high on that one.
My gun's not dead on no more.
Oh, look, that's probably
the big one bubbling right there.
You see? See all the bubbles?
Yeah, that's gotta be him.
After realizing his rifle's shooting high,
Chase decides to pursue his prey
and look for another angle of attack.
Thinking he's gonna keep on swimming this way...
but he might be sitting on the bottom.
I could maybe treble hook him.
We coming up on him.
Here we go.
God dang, there he goes!
Got him!
Look, look, look. Uh! Aah!
Oh, damn, it come off!
In Bayou Deendoan,
Chase just had a giant shake off his treble hook.
Uh! Aah!
Oh, damn, it come off!
Look at that. Look where he's going.
We got him on the move.
I'll try this.
Got him.
Oh, yeah, it's a big one.
Got him.
Whoa, yeah, baby.
Go, baby, go.
Whoa-oh.
Give me a shot, big boy.
Coming up.
Get ready.
Yeah.
Yeah, barely hooked.
Whew.
Ooh, yeah, baby.
Chase's persistence pays off with a nine-and-a-half footer,
and the youngest Landry
is excited to be back in the action.
That's the way to do it.
Whoa!
We got a rollercoaster ride right there.
That's what I'm talking about.
We've been out here for a good little while now
and hadn't put anything in the boat.
It feels good to finally have something.
A little fruit to the labor.
Shaka-laka bam.
Tag filled, baby.
Over in Bayou Le Vieux,
as the sun finally comes out,
things are picking up for Troy and Pickle.
But with only half a day left in the season,
the King of the Swamp isn't taking any chances.
-Right here? -Yeah.
Finally we starting to think alike, me and you.
-[laughs] -Huh?
You're funny.
We catching good and we catching nice gators.
But the first 20 or 30 lines Peewee and I ran this morning,
we wasn't catching but a couple of small ones.
-Think I'm good here? -Oh, yeah.
So, we gonna set more lines, and hopefully it pays off.
Sometimes I think we think alike
because you say something that I was thinking of
or I say something that you was thinking.
I think I went to just Troy Landry School period.
Tagging out today is gonna be a challenge.
We gotta just push through.
I walk like Troy,
I talk like Troy, I think like Troy.
You got a degree in alligatory.
[laughs]
The University of Troy Landry.
The best school I ever attended.
T.L. University. [laughs]
A few miles away, in Belle River,
with the swamp warming up,
Jacob and Willie still have plenty of work to do.
Ooh, I'm glad that sun's out,
burned that fog off.
Got a few tags left. We gotta fill 'em, baby.
We ain't going back empty-handed.
The sun's out, and we finally starting to see
where we have some good alligators.
At the same time, eight tags is still quite a few to catch
at the end of the lines like we are now.
I wanna get this stuff done with.
-See it, Willie? -I see the rope
stretched tight back here.
Oh, might have something there.
Oh, look, it's tight, bra. Tight, dude.
-Oh, yeah. -Oh, yeah, baby.
Ooh... [laughs]
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, pretty gator.
Ooh, your boot.
Come on, Willie.
Get him over here, Willie.
Ooh!
Ooh! Watch him, watch him.
Bring him up, bring him up.
Right there, bring him up.
Right there.
Another one bites the dust, my boy.
That's what I'm talking about.
Pretty gator, too.
All right, let's see. Let me get a leg.
You ready?
One, two, three.
The hunters are starting to pile the gators high,
but Jacob's not sure they can make up
for their slow start of the day.
Gonna help the load out.
It's like we turned over a new leaf.
We got back in the groove of catching things.
But at the same time,
with the amount of lines I have left to run,
I'm not sure Imma finish tagging out.
I'm a little worried to be honest.
Three, three, and two.
That's what we got left.
Eight tags.
Seven now.
Seven, seven, seven.
We filling tags.
Shouldn't have too many lines left.
Hopefully we gonna be done by the end of the day.
Let's go, Willie.
Seven tags left, boy.
Let's get it.
Over in Bayou La Penn...
Leron and Porkchop are down to a handful of tags,
and after a challenging start to the day,
the hunters are starting to see the light again.
Oh, yeah.
We down to the nitty gritty, man.
Getting late in the day, and we running out of time.
Fatigue's starting to kick in on me.
I'm getting tired. And I ain't gonna lie,
I'm happy that sun finally came through
because now we might have a better chance.
We gotta keep moving, moving in the right direction.
That damn gator came out the water
and did a jumping jack just now, boy. You seen that?
Pull up some more.
Oh, yeah.
Ooh, be careful, cuz. Be careful, cousin!
I got him. Get ready. That's all you do.
Where he at?
Hold on, cousin.
I got him now, cousin.
Whoo-whoo!
Careful now, cuz. Don't let him take it,
don't let him take it now.
Whoa, whoa.
I knew what I was doing.
Hold up, boy, he's-- he's bigger than I thought he was, cuz.
Don't let him wrap you up now, cuz.
-Man! -Give me a shot, Porkchop!
Hold on, cuz. Imma get you one.
Whoo!
All right, cousin.
We working with a monster here, boy.
Oh, yeah.
Whoo-hoo!
-Over in Bayou La Penn... -Whoo!
Leron and Porkchop are locked in a battle
with an angry beast.
Whoo-hoo!
Gotta get ready.
I'm gonna bring him back, cousin. You ready?
-Death rolling there, cuz. -Yeah.
Give me a shot, Porkchop!
I'mma give you one, cuz. Come on.
I'm trying to give you one, cuz.
Good job, cuz.
All right, cousin.
This ten-foot gator brings the weary hunters
one step closer to tagging out.
Yeah, grab that. Careful with the tail.
Watch yourself. Watch your foot--
-...crush me. -Watch your foot.
It's been a long, difficult season,
down to the nitty gritty.
There you go, cousin.
We got five gators in the boat, three tags left.
I mean, we not in bad shape now.
So we looking good,
but, hey, the lady ain't sung yet.
-Three more to go, baby. -Oh, yeah, cousin.
Three more to go, cuz.
-We gettin' there, cousin. -Oh, yeah.
We gettin' there, cousin.
Back in Bayou Deendoan...
Chase Landry's trying to help his family
by sniping gators on the final day,
but his scope's off,
making his trusty rifle anything but lethal.
There's a sign on the cypress tree right here.
I wanna make a mark on that sign
just to give me something to aim at.
I'm having a rough time today.
I don't think my gun's quite on like it was.
What I'm gonna do, I'm gonna try
and sight my rifle in on the fly real quick,
see if we can't make a little adjustment.
That's my bullseye right there.
[laughs]
Fire in the hole.
[gunshot]
About two clicks down and two clicks to the right.
Fire in the hole.
[gunshot]
Oh, yeah, bullseye.
Ready to rock now, Jackson.
Now we just gotta go find this one.
Back in Bayou Le Vieux,
Troy and Pickle have filled 21 of their remaining 25 tags,
but with time running out,
they're trying to stay focused on the finish line.
Oh, this is where we saw
that big, big one yesterday evening, P.
Oh, yeah, huh, this is where he was.
Yeah, this is exactly where he was.
But right now is not the time. We gotta stay focused.
We're starting to catch,
and it's pumping me up a little bit,
but I'm watching the sun and it's watching me, too.
We have to go finish running our lines,
and we gotta get to 'em quick
because we running out of daylight.
What we got?
I don't know.
Oh, Lord have mercy.
It's a good one?
I don't know.
-Whoa! -Whoo!
Bring him up, P.
Oh, Lord.
-Aah! -Bring him up, bring him up!
Oh, Lord.
Don't let him pull you in.
Dude, he's mean, yeah.
Hurry up!
Mr. Troy, shoot him, shoot him!
[gunshot]
-Whoo! -[Troy laughing]
All right, that's a tag filled.
-That's it. -It's not a giant,
but it's a tag filled, little girl.
This seven-footer is nothing to write home about,
but bragging rights are the last thing
on Troy's mind right now.
It's really a fight for time.
We should come close to tagging out today,
but you don't know.
So, every alligator we catch is very important today,
no matter how big it is.
Lookie here.
Look what we got left, P.
Un, deux, trois.
One, two, three.
-Three more to go. -Whoo!
Just hope we can catch a big one for our last one at least.
Mm-hmm. I'll be happy with anything,
just so much we tag out.
Meanwhile, in Bayou Plumyay,
Don and Calum have filled 14 of their 19 remaining tags,
but with time running out,
tensions are starting to run a little high.
Dude, what the hell's this all about?
Oh, my God, that thing's a mess.
It shouldn't be like this.
How'd you get it in such a mess?
Don't-- Don't-- Don't start that [bleep].
You could have it nice and neat in the bucket.
I'm not arguing with you, I'm just asking you.
[sighs]
It's been a tough day.
It didn't start off real good this morning.
[banging]
Just make all the noise, huh?
Dude, get off my ass, okay?
There ain't gonna be no screwups today.
I'm gonna do everything I got.
I still have a chance to tag out today.
See it right there?
To the left, right?
Straight in front of me. Right there, see him?
Right there.
[gunshot]
-In Bayou Plumyay... -[gunshot]
Don and Calum are after a gator they just sniped.
What are you doing?
Why would you jump in the water?
Oh, you got the gator.
Give me your hand, give me your hand.
Give me something.
I got him, I got him.
Let me get him in the boat. Then I'll get you in the boat.
Oh! I wish that thing would have sunk.
Want me to pull you in?
Good job, good job.
What was you thinking, dude? That was insane
to jump in the water after a damn gator.
That damn hook was tangled up so bad.
Dude, we've lost two gators like that.
Jumping in after a nine-foot gator
is a risky maneuver...
I mean...
Leaving little doubt that Don's willing to do
whatever it takes to tag out.
I don't know if there's a gator God or what,
but thank goodness that we could get this gator in the boat.
We're getting close to tagging out,
but we're gonna have to make everything count.
This gator could be the gator that lets us tag out.
-It's in the boat. -It's in the boat,
and, look, we got a tag on it.
Whoo!
My poor old hat.
That is an ugly-ass hat.
Hey.
Meanwhile, back in Bayou Deendoan...
All we need is a chance.
If we can get a chance on a big one,
I should be able to do... do the deed.
Chase Landry needs to snipe one more gator
to help Troy and the rest of the Landry clan tag out.
Oh, my God.
Look, look, look, look, look.
[gunshot]
That one I got him. Now we back on, buddy.
Yup, that's him. I got him.
Yeah.
With the day almost over,
Chase finally finishes his share of the Landry tags,
assuming he can get the gator in the boat.
Whoa.
Come on, big boy.
Whoa.
There we go. Come on. Keep coming.
There.
Whew.
Oh, man.
Man.
Whew.
Solid ten-and-a-half footer.
And then some.
Now let me punch a tag on this biatch.
It's time to head in and get these alligators on some ice.
Let's make like ducks and get the flock outta here.
Over in Bayou La Penn,
Leron and Porkchop have one tag left to fill
to bring their season to a close,
and it all comes down to their final line.
-No tag left behind, cousin. -Oh, I know, cuz.
None whatsoever.
Pulling up to the last line,
with seven gators in the boat.
You know, I'm excited, I'm nervous.
I'm just hoping there's something on there,
because right now is not the time
to be wishing upon a star.
You know, I need there to be a gator on there.
I see something, huh?
Boy, it tight, tighter than the string on a guitar, cuz.
Whoa. What?
It's a big boy, cousin?
Whoa. Whoo-hoo!
That's what I'm talking about, baby.
Whoa, whoa!
Don't let him pull you in the water now, cousin!
Whoa!
Let me see.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
-Oh, Lord. -Give me some, boy.
Whoo!
Don't drop that rope now, cuz.
-In Bayou La Penn... -Don't drop that rope now, cuz.
Oh, yeah, give me a shot, Porkchop!
Leron and Porkchop
are trying to end their season with a bang.
Give me a shot, Porkchop!
Aah! I'm trying!
Give me a shot, give me a shot!
You get ready to shoot him!
[gunshot]
Whoo!
That's what I'm talking about, Pork.
That's what I'm talking about, baby.
This ten-footer brings a difficult,
but ultimately rewarding season to a close
for the two best friends.
Whoo!
Whoo! Man!
Cuz!
We was down to the last, cuz,
but, man, we got a big alligator on the last tag, bro,
and we tagged out.
Look at that, man. We good now.
Look.
The end of the gator season,
it's bittersweet for me.
I know it's been a long difficult season,
but I'm out here doing what I love.
I get paid from working in nature.
It don't get no better than that.
-Way to go, cuz. -We done did it, baby.
-We done did it. -Vacherie swamp boys.
Did it again.
A few miles away, in Bayou Plumyay...
Don and Calum are down to their final tag,
and the first year teammates
are hoping they can get the job done
before time runs out.
Whoo! I about sunk the back of the boat just then.
-Yeah. -We got a load
-in this thing today, boss. -Oh, yeah.
We got a pile of gators in this boat that won't quit.
But this is it.
This is the last line, the last tag.
I just want a gator on the line.
That's all I want.
I want to be done.
That line's down and straight, all the way in the back. See it?
I see it.
Damn, it feel like a good one.
-What it look like? -It's heavy as hell.
Dude, that's the last one. Do not lose this thing.
Oh, look at you go, big boy, look at you go!
-Oh! -It's a good one, Don.
All right. Don't fall in!
Hold him!
-I can't believe he's still-- -Oh, he's--
He's just barely hooked right in the back.
-Oh, hell. -Watch out.
Get him in the-- Get him in the head.
-[gunshot] -Oh, I barely got him.
[two gunshots]
[gunshot]
Last gator, we barely--
Dude, he just got a little piece of meat on him, dude.
Dude, that thing's barely hooked. Look.
-Can't believe we got that. -Let me try and grab his leg.
-I got him now. -All right.
-Let me grab his leg. -Hold that, let that go.
Thanks to teamwork and some quick thinking,
Don and Calum managed to tag out
with a 12-and-a-half-foot goliath.
Last tag of the season and a gator like that, brother?
Come on.
We got him choked.
This thing is a swamp donkey and a half.
This thing got a head this wide, about that long,
big old black tail on him.
The misfit crew finally got done.
Last one.
Whoo, look at that, look at that, look at that.
Wrapped up, huh?
Done! Pow!
Oh, that feels good, huh?
It was barely hooked,
and it was our biggest gator that we had caught all season.
Our last gator on our last tag.
What a way to end the season.
I have been away from home now for over a month.
I'm ready to go home and see Mama.
Back in Belle River...
Jacob and Willie are down to their last tag
and their last line.
Hopefully it's a big one and we go out with a bang.
The last hook, Willie.
And it don't look too damn good either.
Slacked over that log like that.
[sighs] You know what that means.
That ain't good.
We're gonna have to make something count.
We ain't going back with one tag, I got news for you.
I got a couple places I know we can go run.
Either treble hook or try to snipe.
The hunters' only hope of tagging out
is to hit the open water,
putting the pressure squarely on Willie's shoulders
to finish their season.
You know, at the end of the day, I really have
a lot of confidence that we will get the job done
before we get to that boat ramp because of
what he's been doing on the front of the boat.
He's really proven himself with his hook and his big gun.
One tag.
One mother freaking tag.
Hey, is that one up there?
He's coming off the bank.
Grab your lifejacket.
Imma drive you straight towards him.
Just got in the water, going to the left.
Should be straight in front of us right now.
I see him.
Soon as the crosshairs touch him, I'm popping him.
Whenever you feel good.
[gunshot]
Go, go, go, go, go, go!
Yeah, we got him. Nailed him.
Right there, right there, right there.
Look, look, look, look...
Right there, right there, right there.
Oh.
Ooh, baby, oh, baby! Tagged out, baby!
Maybe not.
The hook popped off.
Damn!
-In Belle River... -Ooh, baby!
-Tagged out, baby! -Jacob and Willie are
fighting to save their tag-out gator.
-Maybe not. -The hook popped off.
Damn!
-Want me to shoot him again? -Yeah.
-[gunshot] -Damn.
That hurt.
-Hell, yeah. -That's what I'm talking about.
Good job, brother.
He's done and we done, baby!
Hell, yeah.
After landing this massive 12-footer,
Willie gets what he wished for:
closing out the season with a monster.
Hell, yeah, Willie Edwards.
We got a good one.
Gave him a headache, my buddy.
Help me, one-- one, two, three.
Oh, [bleep], you all right?
He said I smoked him too good.
[laughs]
And for Jacob, it's a fitting way
to end a season, where his new deckhand
proved his worth.
Willie stepped up to the plate.
Really done a good job throughout the season.
We learned a lot from each other,
we got along, we became really good friends.
Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah, baby.
Whoo!
And at the end of the day,
we all got the job done,
and that's what we wanted.
Oh, I'm so glad we got that big sucker.
Hallelujah.
Jacob's a lot more than just a boss
and a lot more than just a captain on the boat and all.
Hey...
you do the honors.
I look kind of at him as a teacher,
because he taught me things I didn't know,
and I taught him things he didn't know,
and we kind of met in the middle on everything.
-Thank you, bro. -Oh, yeah.
Appreciate the help.
Job well done and I'm well done.
Put a fork in me.
Yeah. [laughs]
Back in Bayou Le Vieux,
Troy and Pickle are down to their final tag of the year...
-Got some action over here. -What we got, P?
And the King of the Swamp
is glad they took the time to hang more lines earlier.
Big fish stick.
-No. -Oh, no.
Did we put one or two more down here?
Yeah.
I just hope we can catch a big one
for our last one at least.
I hope.
Thank the Lord, Peewee and I,
we set about ten lines in this area,
because we down to our last tag,
and we ain't got but one or two lines left.
I just wanna tag out.
What we got, Peewee?
Looks like it goes tight to the bank.
-Oh! -Feel like a good one?
Aah! He's right there!
-[bleep]! -Whoa!
Oh, no.
Whoo! Bring him up, Peewee.
Last tag, Peewee.
Bring him up!
Aah!
Shoot him! Shoot him!
[both laugh]
What? Whoo!
Just hold him up around the winch.
Not bad for a tag-out gator, huh?
With one final giant,
the King of the Swamp and his faithful sidekick
put the finishing touches on a season that was
challenging but unforgettable.
Whoo, that's it, boy.
What an alligator to tag out with.
Some seasons in the past kind of blend together.
This one will stand out forever.
Some crazy things happened with the hurricane.
It did a lot of damage to our houses and our businesses,
but not our hearts.
We came back strong, and we finished our season,
filled a lot of tags.
And I got married.
It's awesome. It's been a great year.
Pull!
Last gator of the year.
-I'm sad. -It's always bittersweet, huh?
I was at the point I just wanted to tag out.
I didn't care what we caught.
But we were very lucky, Peewee and I.
We caught a big alligator on our last line.
Thank the Lord we are done.
I want you to come put the last tag.
-Hold that for me. -Yes, ma'am.
Listen to the click.
This has been one of the hardest years
I think I've ever been through,
and it was so stressful.
You ready?
One, two, three.
But we were lucky, we put a good team together,
everybody pulled their weight.
Good job, P. Give me a hug.
You did excellent this season.
I couldn't ask for it to go any better.
♪ Do the alligator shuffle
♪ Oh, yeah, yeah
♪ We gonna do the alligator shuffle ♪
-Now you're going swimming! -Uh-uh!
Now you're going swimming!
It's the last tag!
[both laugh]