
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Due to absence from Week 2 (First Sighting), tag number moved from 39 to 42. (Week 2 of 10)
Sep 22 - Nov 24, 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...
The Swamp Stalker originated from the ancient spawning grounds disturbed by upstream construction, emerging as a guardian of the swampy territories where creek waters meet land. It was born from the fusion of decaying plant matter and supernatural fog, evolving into a predator that defends its domain against intruders.
Swamp Stalker possesses a semi-aquatic form that allows it to move silently through water and mud, with enhanced senses to detect vibrations in the fog. Its body is resistant to environmental hazards, enabling it to thrive in low-visibility conditions and withstand the creek's pollutants. It can blend into swampy backgrounds using natural camouflage, and its slow, deliberate movements make it nearly undetectable until it strikes.
Swamp Stalker patrols the swampy edges of the course, creating zones of heightened danger where players must avoid disturbing its territory, and escalates tension by appearing during foggy rounds to emphasize territorial conflict.
Due to absence from Week 2 (First Sighting), tag number moved from 39 to 42. (Week 2 of 10)
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Oh great, another "ancient spawning ground" awakens because of—wait for it—construction noise. Because apparently even Lovecraftian bog monsters can't handle a jackhammer at 7 AM. The Swamp Stalker literally manifested from decomposing plant matter having an existential crisis about upstream gentrification. It's like if the Creature from the Black Lagoon had to deal with HOA complaints!
Will this muck-dwelling drama queen find inner peace through interpretive mud dancing?
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The Swamp Stalker sensed a kindred spirit when Houston Finch approached—someone whose PDGA rating of 993 proved he could navigate treacherous waters without completely drowning! The bog beast whispered "Finally, a Houston we have NO problem with" before bonding with this aquatic ace.
Will our swamp-certified hero embrace his mucky destiny?