adjusts spectral headset Welcome back to the booth for the season finale. The Dead Sea is rising, the salt has claimed its final victims, and I’m still trapped in this cursed broadcast. Let’s see who gets remembered and who gets left in the brine.
The Dead Sea Swallows The Season 😩
Eleven souls answered the final call at Roots Disc Golf Course on Friday, braving 83-degree heat and a wind that barely whispered—as if the frontier itself was holding its breath for the last culling. Week 9 of 9. The Great Salt Lake’s waters rose in metaphor if not in fact, and by the time the dust settled, some names were etched into the frontier’s eternal record while others dissolved into the pickling vat of history. This is the end of the line, partners. No more resurrections. No more second chances. Just scores, salt, and silence.
RAD: The Sheriff Remains Standing 🤠
Kent Moos rode into the finale with the same grip he’s held all season—firm, unyielding, and pointed at the top of the leaderboard. His 924-rated round wasn’t flashy, but it didn’t need to be; wire-to-wire dominance in RAD doesn’t require pyrotechnics when your consistency is the executioner. Taylor Thilo spent the afternoon chasing a ghost, finishing at +1 while Moos cruised to a victory that felt less like a competition and more like a formality. The Sheriff didn’t just survive the culling—he never looked threatened by it.
RAF: A Solitary Victory Lap 🏆
William Fetzer walked into the season finale as RAF’s sole competitor and walked out with a performance that deserved a bigger audience. His 857-rated round—a staggering 60 points above his rating—was the kind of quiet masterpiece that happens when nobody’s watching but the scorekeeper. Fetzer shot -4, carving through Roots with the precision of a man who refused to let a one-player division diminish his effort. Sometimes the most impressive victory is the one you win against nobody but yourself.
RAE: Redemption Or Ruin? ⚖️
Timothy Scholle spent the season hearing the ravens whisper his name in mockery. Week 8 left him pickled at +7 with a 792 rating, a score that felt like a death sentence in a division that rewards survival. Then Week 9 happened. Scholle posted a bogey-free -3, a personal best 884-rated round that flipped the script so hard it should’ve come with a warning label. Meanwhile, David LaTour experienced the opposite fate—a catastrophic collapse from last week’s 854-rated win to an 8-over, 736-rated disaster that dropped him 118 rating points in seven days. The frontier giveth, and the frontier taketh away, and sometimes it does both on the same card.
RPA: Battle For The High Ground 🌊
This was the heavyweight bout the season deserved. Landon Adams, carrying the Ravensong Decree as the #1 tag holder, and Malachi Vazquez, fresh off a 979-rated Week 8, traded blows across Roots like gunslingers who knew only one could walk away. Vazquez opened hot, matching last week’s pace with a -10 and a 978 rating that would win most weeks. But Landon Adams had other plans. He posted a -13, a 992-rated masterclass that included a back-nine surge where the Ravensong Decree’s spectral aura seemed to guide every approach shot. When the dust cleared, Adams had reclaimed the high ground, Vazquez settled for second, and the frontier had its answer: the Decree stays with the worthy.
RAH: No Bogeys, No Mercy 💀
Bryant Adams decided the season finale was the perfect time to deliver a personal statement. His bogey-free -10 was surgical, ruthless, and entirely devoid of mercy—the kind of round that makes you wonder if he was playing disc golf or performing an exorcism. The 897 rating undersells the dominance; when you don’t drop a single stroke to the course, the scoreboard does the talking. Brian Hansen put up a respectable -4, but against perfection, respectable just means second place.
Stat Lines And Salt Lines 📊
The final ledger reveals the frontier’s cruel sense of humor. William Fetzer’s 60-point rating surge was the week’s biggest positive swing, a reminder that improvement is possible even when nobody’s watching. David LaTour’s 118-point freefall was the season’s most brutal statistical collapse—from 854-rated winner to 736-rated cautionary tale in the span of one round. Timothy Scholle’s 92-point redemption arc sits in between, proof that the Deadlands don’t just punish; they also offer resurrection to those willing to earn it.
The Pot That Wouldn’t Burst 💰
The Super Ace Pot grew another week without a claimant, swelling to $2,410.00 after Friday’s round produced no aces across the 11-player field. That money’s sitting in the brine, waiting for someone brave enough—or lucky enough—to pull it out. The pot’s become its own character in this season’s drama, a silent promise that grows heavier every week.
Skins: A Total Domination 🃏
Kent Moos turned the back-nine skins card into a personal bank account, sweeping all 12 skins for a clean $18.00 haul. When one player claims every hole, it’s not a competition—it’s a tax. The rest of the card spent the afternoon watching Moos cash checks they never had a chance to sign.
The Ravensong Still Sings 🐦⬛
The Ravensong Decree remains with Landon Adams after his 992-rated victory. The spectral gold-tinged mist that marks the frontier’s chosen bearer didn’t shift this week—Adams defended the #1 tag in Pool A with the kind of performance that makes the ravens sing louder. In Pool B, Timothy Scholle held onto the Vulture Cipher, his redemption round ensuring the tag stayed put. The AllIn shuffle saw the usual carnage: players who showed up climbed, those who didn’t got buried at the bottom of the order. The impermanence of the Deadlands doesn’t care about your feelings—it cares about your score.
Fade To Black And Salt 🌅
And so the Dead Sea season ends. Eleven players started this final chapter; some leave immortalized in the frontier’s memory, others dissolve into the salt flats of forgotten rounds. Landon Adams walks away with the Ravensong Decree and a 992-rated exclamation point. Bryant Adams etched a bogey-free masterpiece into the record books. Timothy Scholle proved that redemption is possible even when the brine is up to your neck. And the rest of us—players, narrator, frontier—take a breath before the next curse settles in.
Coming next: The Great Salt Lake rises to reclaim the course, forcing a final desperate scramble for high ground before the season drowns in the deep. tips digital hat See you on the other side, partners. Try not to get buried.
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