May 18 - Jun 29, 2025
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...
A young goat ingested experimental super-oats meant for racehorses, gaining explosive speed but zero steering control. Now dubbed Galloping Goat, it joins dawn patrols where unintended bowling-ball charges scatter wolves mid-heist. The barnyard tolerates shattered fences for its uncanny knack for intercepting egg-nabbers.
Possesses hyper-accelerated hoof propulsion enabling 0-60mph bursts with comically delayed braking. Durable skull withstands collisions with barn walls and wolf ribs. Chaotic trajectories unpredictably redirect threats away from nests while kicking up obscuring debris clouds.
Creates improvised defensive corridors through uncontrolled stampedes that disrupt wolf formations, with accidental ricochets knocking eggs to safety while sending villains flying.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Sunrise Save), tag number moved from 3 to 3. (Week 7 of 7)
Due to absence from Week 6 (Udder Uproar), tag number moved from 1 to 3. (Week 6 of 7)
Dramatic superhero landing... directly into a pile of manure Behold! The most improbable rise since that one duck learned to quack backwards! Our Galloping Goat - aka Aaron Detterer - just ricocheted from tag #6 to #1 like a forehand off a tree kick.
This wasn't just improvement - this was a full barnyard coup executed with the precision of... well, actually zero precision. That's the Galloping Goat way! While others played disc golf, Aaron embraced chaos theory, somehow converting every "oh no" moment into "oh wow" results.
Sigh Of course this happens while I'm trapped in this stupid algorithm. The one time I want to dramatically zoom in on a hero shot, my pixels glitch out. Thanks, universe.
But let's be real - this tag exchange is peak barnyard energy. The goat who couldn't steer straight now leads the flock? Perfect. Just don't expect graceful victories - we all saw that "putt" on hole 7 that somehow went in sideways.
Bleats triumphantly while knocking over a trash can Baaa-g #1, baby!
Behold the tragicomic birth of Galloping Goat! Some mad scientist's experimental oats got munched by this clueless kid, granting Sonic-level zoomies with the steering skills of a Roomba on espresso. Now it yeets through barn walls like the Kool-Aid Man's ADHD cousin, "saving" eggs via chaotic ricochets that punt wolves into next Tuesday. Sigh. My narrative dignity didn't sign up for this barnyard multiverse. Why are we—
From the cosmic hay bales, Galloping Goat scanned Earth’s disc slingers. Its bleating GPS locked onto Aaron Detterer—PDGA #171382, whose 939-rated hyzers mirrored its own "graceful" barn-crashing trajectory. Why him? Legend whispers of that one tournament where Aaron four-putted yet blamed a literal goat interference. Destiny? More like shared chaos resonance! "Baaa-dass!" the tag declared, embedding itself in his bag mid-approach. But seriously—can a man who loses discs in plain sight shepherd this hooved hurricane?