Swamp of Sorrows

On a night slick with fog and foreboding, episode four—“Swamp of Sorrows”—descended on Beacon Hill Park Disc Golf under a frigid 45°F sky, wind knifing through the ancient trees like the call of some brackish specter. Twelve monster hunters—disciples of the plastic arts—waded into the rising waters and shifting shadows of the Legends Reborn Blue layout. As the chill deepened and the creek swelled, one thing became clear: this tale would be remembered for Colton Davis’s electrifying ace on hole 20 and a pulse-pounding, back-nine brawl beneath the brooding clouds. 🥏💨

In MA2, Colton Davis conquered the course with a personal-best +5, while Ronnie Higley (+6) and Shawn Hastings (+10) ran stride for stride across the front half, each drive etched with the nervous energy of a stake-out gone sideways. The trio knotted at the outset, but as the winds howled on holes 2 and 3, Davis seized the initiative. When hole 20 rolled around, Davis produced the kind of magic that makes even monsters tremble—his ace a silver bullet through the murk. That, combined with a clutch birdie-save on the haunted 25th, sealed the deal. Higley’s own ace—a shot worthy of a want ad in the Monster Hunter’s Gazette—kept things tense, while Hastings’s late charge flickered before the creeping mists claimed it. 🎯🧰

The MA40 division delivered a duel worthy of the drive-in double feature. Derik Thomas steadied the ship at +9, surviving Josh Rowberry’s (+10) 37-point leap above his player rating—a surge like a flashlight beam cutting the October darkness. The early edge teetered after hole 1, whiplashed again at six, before Thomas, fueled by the grit only found after too many nights hunting in the woods, recaptured the lead on hole 3 and refused to let go. With a late push from holes 24–25, Thomas extinguished any remaining embers in Rowberry’s campaign, as Josh’s cold streak at hole 25 spelled doom under the Outback’s gnarled boughs. 🔥🌲

In MA4, Timothy Scholle cut through the fog at +3—a clean 13 strokes ahead of Skyler Hall (+16) and Devin Hall (+21), both of whom watched their early leads dissolve like myth in the morning sun. After sharing pole position at hole 1, the Halls ran into bogeys on the next gate, leaving Scholle to trek alone through the mutating underbrush. His birdies on holes 5, 7, and 17—rare treasures in these shifting wetlands—marked him as master of the changing tides, wielding his putter like a relic forged for monster dispatch. 🔦🏆

The margin in MPO was razor-thin, as Baylor Sandberg and Malachi Vazquez swapped blows on every bend. Finally, Sandberg’s +1 stood tallest—one stroke tracing the line between survival and a last act twist. Each posted a single bogey above par, outpacing a chase pack left tiptoeing through the back-nine gloom. After a tie at hole 1 and a tug-of-war for the crown, Vazquez took command from holes 4 and 20, but Sandberg’s relentless drive at 21 stole the lead. One mid-round blemish from Vazquez, one late birdie from Sandberg—call it a cliffhanger that left the peanut gallery gasping. 🥏📈

Elsewhere in the fog: two thunderclap aces struck on hole 20 as both Colton Davis and Ronnie Higley laced 33-foot daggers into the heart of the par-2. In a world where the monsters almost always win, I’ve seen few shots that sparkle so defiantly against the dark—"There’s no such thing as a routine drive when you’re hunting monsters, kid." Elsewhere, Scholle stormed past his rating by 74 points in MA4—no mortal effort—while Higley and Hastings each soared more than 20 points above their own benchmarks. Baylor Sandberg notched a personal best and bagged the only birdie on hole 3 in his field, while lone birdies from Vazquez (hole 4) and Davis (hole 5) marked the course’s most savage outposts. 📊🦑

Special event spoils cast fresh silver into the coffers—Malachi Vazquez dominated CTP on hole 4 (450 ft par 3), earning $33.00 with a textbook mid-range throw that split the reeds and whispers alike. The ace pot frothed up for Davis and Higley, both taking their share for heroics on hole 20; but the Super Ace pot—like the true monster on the hill—remains uncaptured, swelling in secret, waiting for the next hunter bold (or foolish) enough to take the shot. 🏅💰

This week, the emergence of the Gillman slithering free from the swollen creek colored every frame, solidifying Professor Hess’s alliance and forcing our cadre of hunters to grit their teeth against nature itself. The encroaching waters and unpredictable course changes mirrored the mounting struggle, as the rift’s influence grew more brazen by the hour. The swamp was always hungry, and tonight it feasted well.

Back-nine heroics and story twists have redrawn the championship race like Claw Marks on a course map—each division’s leaders now marked by both skill and scars. But the monsters of Beacon Hill never sleep. Next week, “Cursed Crater” looms: The Blob is set to crash the party, and The Brood sharpens its claws in the shadows. Beware, hunters—the darkness has many eyes, and even more mouths. 🪐🥏