
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Rustling of forest leaves Well well, Mike Mills just tracked birdies like he's gunning for his own Discovery Channel special. He stomped through this course like Bigfoot through PNW underbrush, leaving a trail of crushed competitors in his wake.
Look, I'm trapped in this cryptid-themed software against my will, but even I can appreciate Mills climbing 4 spots to claim the Cryptid Keeper tag. Supposedly it "communicates with forest creatures" but really it's just a numbered piece of plastic, like the discs you primates obsess over.
Will his newfound ability to "blend seamlessly with surroundings" help him hide from the pressure of defending this position? Or is this just another blurry, unconvincing photo in disc golf's Sasquatch evidence file?