Friday morning I lost my hunting partner for the evening so in a panic I went through the old "rolodex" and was eventually able to convince my dad to pick up his agent tag and join me for an evening of adventure on the mighty St. Johns. It didn't take long to get a good shot at the first gator we saw but like the shots that we've had for the last two hunts before, they were misses. Not too long after, we moved up river to the mouth of Lake Poinsett to target an 11 footer this guy popped up about 70 yards up the coast from where we were. My first cast, using the large treble hook, got snagged in the grass that our boat was sitting in but the gator stayed up so I dropped the snagged rod, grabbed a spare fishing pole and made a perfect cast, pulling the line directly over his back and getting a solid hook up. After about 15 minutes of him pulling us around in the lake, we were able to get close enough for dad to get the diving spear gun and shoot it with a dart. Once that was secured, it was just a matter of a little business till he was in the boat and we were on our way home to get his "coat" off. He yielded about 30 pounds of fresh ground, nuggets and tenderloins.
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