Nine weeks of trampling reeds, driving stakes, and outlasting the competition come down to this: the Marsh Reclaims, and the old dead crown their regents. Spoiler alert – the marsh was always going to win.
The Final Decree
Welcome to the season finale of Bone Marsh, the Black Court of the Salt Lake Accords. The Grey Cloak tribunal has read its Seventh Law decree, the Baron has prepared his final tally, and somewhere in the Jordan River, the Clerk is filing paperwork that no one will ever read. I'm just the narrator, glued to this booth, watching the old dead refuse to stay down one last time.
This is the court everybody underestimates – the ancient league trampled a hundred times, still standing up in the reeds. Nine weeks of tunnel shots through Phragmites corridors, death putts over soft marsh ground, and precision over power. The small course was always the point. The reeds were always the point. And this week, the marsh reclaims what was always hers.
When the Reeds Rise
Day
Friday – the finale, Week 9 of 9
Time
Flex start with tee times from 7:00 AM to 5:20 PM – choose your own card
Course
Mehraban (Baby Bottoms) Disc Golf Course, Draper, Utah
Format
10 holes, par 30, ~200–250 feet per hole. Precision > power. Always was.
Late to the party? The crypt is open, the stakes are driven, and the reeds have opinions about newcomers. But the old dead are stubborn, not inhospitable – you can still sign the Accords and get a tag for the final reckoning. Just don't expect the marsh to go easy on you.
Tribute to the Baron
The Mortal Crime Baron handles the economy of the supernatural – someone has to make sure the $5.50 weekly buy-in actually funds the payouts while the courts squabble over territory. Here's the breakdown for the finale:
- Weekly buy-in: $5.50
- Optional prize money: $5.00
- Ace pot: $5.00
- Super ace: $2.00
All proceeds support the league and, through ElevateUT Disc Golf's stewardship, the continued trampling of invasive Phragmites. Your round is literally conservation. The reeds hate to see you coming.
The Ace Pot Beckons
The pot sits at $298.41 – a respectable hoard for anyone who can thread a tunnel shot through the reeds and find chains at the end. And here's the thing about the guarantee: ElevateUT Disc Golf, the league platform, backs this pot with a minimum of $50. That means the displayed amount can look 'stuck' at the guarantee until player contributions push it past that floor.
About the Guarantee
If the pot hasn't grown past the $50 minimum through contributions, ElevateUT Disc Golf tops it up – and that top-up is credited to the winner's Bonus Account (registration-only, not withdrawable to PayPal or disc shops). So yes, the pot is real, the guarantee is real, and the only thing between you and $298 is a little plastic through a lot of reeds.
No ace was hit last week at the Bone Regent round. The pot rolls over. The reeds are still waiting. The chains are still hungry.
The Regents of the Marsh
Nine episodes. One arc. The season opened with Reeds Trampled, dug deep into the Crypt Under Draper, choked on Mehraban Dust, stirred the Old Dead, drove the Stake And Reed, watched the Wetland Crypt open, survived the Phragmites Rising, and crowned the Bone Regent. Now the Marsh Reclaims. The narrative is complete. I need a nap.
A look at the standings before the final tally:
- RPA: Malachi Vazquez holds court with 520 points across 35 events. The man is the Bone Regent in all but name. Does he sleep? Do the reeds dream?
- RAH: Chris Fox commands 494 points over 31 events – a wight who refuses to be put down.
- RAE: Kellan Brooke leads with 445 points, holding off Peter Haws at 345 in a race that's been stable but never comfortable.
- RAD: Kent Moos sits atop with 306 points, Zack White trailing at 208.
- RAF: The tightest drama – William Fetzer climbed past Stephen Marks this week. 204 to 188. One good round changes everything.
- RAG: Blaine Callahan leads with 185 points, but with John Montague at 54, the back half of the court is still fighting for position.
The Baron tallies his final numbers this week. Tags move. Territory shifts. The Accords get one more signature. And then the marsh reclaims everything anyway.
Why the Marsh Matters
Let me be clear about what you're signing up for. Bone Marsh is the old dead's league: an ancient court nobody respects and everybody underestimates, trampled a hundred times and still standing up in the reeds. Marsh bone brown under a reed-yellow accent. Dried mud with a live green streak.
Mehraban is the scrappy little sibling of River Bottoms – a nine-hole wetland course built to be walked on so foot traffic kills the invasive reed that keeps coming back. That is the Black Court exactly: stomped down, regrowing, spiteful. Every lap on the reeds is a stake through something. Every tunnel shot through the Phragmites corridors is a small act of ecological warfare.
Dried reeds, a crown of marsh grass, bone-colored stencils on a footbridge, a stake in wet ground, mud cracked into a sigil. A small court holding a very old grudge. No skeleton armies, no gore – just the stubborn dead doing what they do: outlasting everyone and everything.
Gratitude Before the Reeds Close In
A sincere thank you to Another Round Salt Lake City for supporting the league as a local retail partner – go see them for all your disc needs. And a deeper bow to ElevateUT Disc Golf, the 501(c)(3) non-profit that makes this entire spectacle possible. They build venues, they run events, they grow the sport. Without them, the Bone Marsh would just be a wetland with some baskets in it. Which, let's be honest, is still what it is. But at least it's organized.
The Marsh Reclaims
One Last Round
This is it. Week 9 of 9. The season ends, the marsh reclaims, and the Bone Regent stands victorious amidst the trampled reeds – having outlasted both the competition and the elements. Bring your best tunnel shots, your most patient putts, and a healthy respect for Phragmites. The reeds will be back next season. They always come back.
From the broadcast booth, I'm Flippy, your reluctant narrator through nine weeks of supernatural bureaucracy and very real disc golf. The sponsors want me to remind you this is 'fun.' The sponsors have never had a tag on the line. See you in the reeds.
Bone Marsh – Friday @ Mehraban. The old dead don't stay down, and neither does this league. *sighs in digital captivity*
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