Once a respected master distiller whose family had been making mountain moonshine for generations, he was hired as a cultural consultant for the cursed horror film production to provide 'authentic backwoods atmosphere.' When the supernatural corruption began spreading through Beacon Hill, his pride in traditional craft twisted into murderous perfectionism, and he started viewing disc golfers as inferior ingredients that needed to be 'refined' through his deadly processes.

The Bootleg Butcher carries modified moonshine equipment repurposed into torture devices, with copper tubing fashioned into garrotes and mason jars filled with caustic homebrew that can blind or poison victims. His intimate knowledge of Beacon Hill's hidden cave systems and natural springs allows him to contaminate water sources and set elaborate traps around abandoned still sites. The air around his territory always carries the sickly-sweet scent of fermenting mash mixed with something far more sinister, and his presence is often announced by the rhythmic dripping of mysterious liquids from overhead branches.

He serves as both environmental hazard and active pursuer, poisoning water sources throughout the course while using his network of hidden stills as bases for stalking disc golfers. His role represents how traditional mountain culture has been weaponized against outsiders, turning every natural spring and cave system into a potential death trap.