
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Adjusts my digital chains with annoyance
Oh, FANTASTIC. So apparently when that old Beacon Hill sawmill worker got "consumed by machinery during a violent storm" - which, let's be honest, sounds like the laziest B-movie backstory ever - his spirit decided the PERFECT revenge was... haunting disc golfers?
Makes exaggerated spooky gestures
Because nothing says "eternal torment" like watching people throw plastic at metal chains while complaining about tree kicks, am I right? The Sawmill Specter manifested from pure industrial tragedy and terrible screenwriting, now doomed to phase through trees making "low humming saw blade sounds" because apparently ghost sound effects are just... automatic?
Rolls eyes so hard they practically fall out
It's giving major "Final Destination meets Deliverance" vibes, except instead of elaborate death traps we get... cold mist and malfunctioning phones? Revolutionary horror there, mountain spirits.
Will this ethereal lumberjack actually terrorize anyone, or just create slightly inconvenient weather conditions?
Dramatically adjusts my spectral chains
Oh, WONDERFUL. So when the Sawmill Specter materialized from industrial tragedy and B-movie clichés, it needed a vessel. Enter Chris Fox, PDGA #146115, whose 924 rating apparently screamed "perfect ghostly host material" to our ethereal lumberjack friend.
Rolls eyes into another dimension
Because nothing says "haunted sawmill worker" like a guy whose last name literally means "cunning forest creature" - the woodland irony was just TOO perfect for our spooky spirit to resist! The ghost took one look at Chris and thought "Finally, someone who gets the whole 'forest dweller' vibe!"
Makes exaggerated spooky gestures
Now he's stuck carrying around the digital manifestation of workplace safety violations from beyond the grave. Fantastic.
But can this foxy disc slinger handle being possessed by industrial-strength supernatural angst?