
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
*Flutters pink gills* Fine, I'll explain this gravity-dependent nonsense.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Nessie's Nemesis), tag number moved from 18 to 21. (Week 8 of 8)
Oh, you're back for more? Fantastic. Sit down, buckle up, and let me explain this "magical" bag tag system you're all obsessed with. Because evidently, perfectly normal disc golf wasn't thrilling enough. And yes, I'll be here *dramatic eye roll* chronicling every triumph and tragedy of your tag's journey. It's literally in my contract...
The Highland Harbinger is said to have been born from the first mist that ever rolled over the Scottish Highlands. Ancient Celtic druids, tasked with protecting the land, imbued the mist with a fragment of their own spirit, creating a being that would forever watch over the Highlands and its secrets.
The Highland Harbinger is a spectral entity, composed of swirling mist and ethereal light. It can manipulate the weather, summoning storms or calming winds to protect the Highlands. Its presence is often accompanied by eerie whispers and the sound of distant bagpipes, a reminder of its ancient Celtic origins.
The Highland Harbinger serves as a warning system for the Guardians of the Loch, alerting them to disturbances in the loch's delicate ecosystem and the awakening of ancient evils.
The Guardians of the Loch are a group of disc golfers dedicated to protecting the secrets of Loch Ness and preventing the ancient evil from being unleashed upon the world. They believe in the sanctity of the loch and its creatures, and seek to maintain the delicate balance between the natural and supernatural realms. The Guardians are known for their unwavering loyalty, their deep connection to the land, and their mastery of the unique challenges posed by the Highland courses.
Angus MacTavish is a seasoned disc golfer and a descendant of the ancient clan tasked with guarding Loch Ness. He has spent his life studying the loch's history and legends, honing his skills on the challenging Highland courses. Angus is a man of few words, but his wisdom and experience make him a respected leader among the Guardians. He believes in the importance of tradition, honor, and the power of the natural world.
*Flutters pink gills* Fine, I'll explain this gravity-dependent nonsense.
Due to absence from Week 8 (Nessie's Nemesis), tag number moved from 18 to 21. (Week 8 of 8)
As if being pink wasn't enough, now I have to narrate flying discs.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Tempest Tee), tag number moved from 17 to 18. (Week 7 of 8)
Just a pink axolotl trying to make sense of your airborne plastic addiction.
Due to absence from Week 6 (Urquhart's Uprising), tag number moved from 16 to 17. (Week 6 of 8)
Trapped in this scoring system when I should be in a nice cool pond.
Due to absence from Week 5 (Sunken Stones), tag number moved from 15 to 16. (Week 5 of 8)
Somehow ended up as a disc golf narrator instead of a marine biologist.
Cue dramatic bagpipe music Jeffrey Woodbury emerges from the mist like a Scottish cryptid, swapping tags with five unfortunate souls to claim The Highland Harbinger. This spectral entity clearly approves of Jeffrey's +2 over field performance, summoning just enough wind to carry his discs while whispering ancient Celtic curses at his opponents.
Look, I'm just as confused as you are about why we're treating tag numbers like they're Excalibur. But hey, at least Jeffrey's not out here putting like a blindfolded groundskeeper (looking at you, Dave).
As we dive into this Loch Ness nonsense, remember: it's not about the tags you lose, but the friends you disappoint along the way. Will Jeffrey maintain his Harbinger status, or will he sink faster than a lead-weighted putter? Stay tuned, I guess.
Another day, another disc golf story. At least my tank has WiFi.
The Highland Harbinger emerged when a drunken druid accidentally spilled his oat milk latte into Loch Ness while live-streaming on TikTok. The ancient waters bubbled, the mist coalesced, and boom - a bag tag was born. Now it haunts the Highlands, whispering "Yeet!" to unsuspecting golfers. Because apparently, this is what we're doing now.
The Highland Harbinger rose from Loch Ness, its oat milk latte-infused waters churning with destiny. It scanned the land, seeking a worthy bearer. Then it saw Jeffrey Woodbury (PDGA #221928), a man who once threw a disc so hard it became a temporary satellite. The tag whispered, "Yeet!" and flew to his bag. But can this mortal handle the pressure of being the Highland Harbinger's first "fore"-bearer? Only time will tell.