
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 7 (Sunrise Save), tag number moved from 9 to 9. (Week 7 of 7)
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...
Once a self-proclaimed criminal mastermind, this wolf earned his name when his meticulously planned egg heist collapsed during execution - not due to hero intervention, but because he tripped over his own tail while sneaking past sleeping chickens. His elaborate scheming notebooks remain perpetually ink-smeared from spilled coffee during clumsy getaways.
Carries rolled blueprints that unfurl comically during chases, tripping allies. Possesses oversized glasses that fog up at critical moments. Leaves distinctive stumble-trails of scattered tools and paw-print skid marks. His 'stealth' steps trigger accidental noise cascades like falling buckets.
Creates operational chaos by transforming precision heists into physical comedy routines, providing accidental warnings to barnyard heroes through bodily mishaps that foil villain plans.
Due to absence from Week 7 (Sunrise Save), tag number moved from 9 to 9. (Week 7 of 7)
From the ink-smeared blueprints of hubris, Stumbling Schemer clawed into existence! Picture a wolf attempting a Mission Impossible rappel into the henhouse... only to tangle in his own cape while whispering "I've got a baaaad feeling about this." Sigh. Must I chronicle how gravity birthed a tag from faceplant folklore? Truly, the universe mocks us both. Why do clumsy villains get origin stories again?
And so Stumbling Schemer, still reeking of hubris and freshly plucked chicken feathers, sought its first victim—er, champion. By cosmic coincidence (or perhaps a poorly aimed hyzer), it lodged itself in Timothy Scholle's bag during league signups. His PDGA #290051? Clearly a prophecy! His 854 rating? Proof he'd survive the tag's "special" gravitational field! Truly, the universe paired bumbling avian defender with bumbling disc golfer. But can this hero resist chasing squirrels mid-putt? The farm demands answers!