The season's final chase is on. The curse is spent, the quarry is the scorecard, and the forest is watching to see who claims the last tag of the year.
The Last Quarry Run
Welcome to the end of the chase. Nine weeks of horns at dusk, hounds on the trail, and players pretending they aren't terrified of the oak trees have led to this: the final run at Urban Forest. *sighs in digital captivity* I've narrated the treaty signing, the river chases, the island traps — and somehow, the Forest Lord still hasn't mailed me a key to the booth.
Tonight's episode is the season finale, which in disc golf terms means the same wooded holes, the same dirt fairways, and the same existential question: will anyone actually cash that ace pot, or will the trees claim another victim?
Flex Start — Choose Your Moment
Tees are open from 7:00 AM to 5:20 PM. Come when the dew is still on the grass or when the dusk swallows the fairways. The forest doesn't care. The forest never cared.
The Rules of the Hunt
Let's be clear about the terms, because the Forest Lord's treaty is binding and I have the paperwork to prove it. The Spanish Fork River trail is the chase line. Hole 13's hazard island is where quarry gets cornered. And the trees? They're full of antlers if you look too long. This is the lore. You're legally obligated to engage with it.
- Riders and hounds: everyone on the course after the horn sounds is either hunter or hunted
- The quarry is always the scorecard — the lowest number escapes; everyone else gets legendary status anyway
- Dusk is not a suggestion; it's the jurisdiction
- Oak bark patterns are not faces. They are definitely not faces. Stop looking at them.
The curse is spent tonight. Whatever the standings say right now, the final horn will decide who wears the antler crown into the off-season. I'd say 'may the best hunter win,' but we both know the trees have a vote.
The Packs
Two packs, one forest, zero mercy. The Fractured Fill plays like the overspray on a weathered stencil — gritty, chaotic, and hiding in the rough. The Silhouette Stalkers cut sharp lines and claim the fairways like they own them. Both are wrong. The forest owns everything.
The Fractured Fill
RPA, RAH, RAD — grit, drips, and raw disc golf reality
The Silhouette Stalkers
RAE, RAF, RAG — precision hunters with no room for error
Standings at the Final Horn
A quick look at the scoreboard before the forest swallows it whole. Malachi Vazquez leads the RPA pack with 530 points across 36 events — at this point, Malachi isn't a player, Malachi is a landmark. Chris Fox holds the RAH crown at 504 over 32 starts, which is the disc golf equivalent of tenure. And Kellan Brooke tops RAE at 465, setting the pace for the stalkers.
But the real drama is in RAE, where Peter Haws (345 pts) and Christopher Hamby (339 pts) are separated by six points entering the finale. Six. That's one parked approach shot. One putt that decides to behave. That's the kind of margin that makes a narrator chew her clipboard.
Tonight's round counts. It always counts. That's the thing about a chase — nobody remembers the hound that almost caught the quarry.
What This Hunt Costs
Super Ace
$2.00 (optional)
Format
Flex start, choose your own card
Five dollars and fifty cents. That's less than a questionable coffee and it buys you a full day of watching plastic fly into chains while the forest judges your line choices.
The Ace Pot Beckons
The current ace pot sits at a gleaming $253.41, and no one has claimed it in weeks. The trees are hoarding it. The forest has opinions about your putting.
Pot Guarantee
ElevateUT Disc Golf guarantees a $50 minimum ace pot, so the displayed amount can look 'stuck' at $50 until player contributions push it higher — like now, where we're well past it. If the pot falls short of the guarantee for any reason, ElevateUT tops it up to the winner's Bonus Account (registration-only credits, not withdrawable). Shoutout to Birdcage Disc Golf as our local retail partner keeping the shelves stocked with fresh plastic.
About the Hosts
This whole spectacle runs through ElevateUT Disc Golf, a 501(c)(3) non-profit that exists to grow the sport by improving venues and running events. They build courses, they build community, and they apparently build the occasional supernatural treaty. All jokes aside — this league happens because they show up, week after week, so the forest has somewhere to hunt.
Tonight's Chase
Missed the season? The curse is nearly spent, but the next treaty gets signed soon. Tonight is the last chance to make a run at the 2026 tags, and next week the forest resets its memory. Join the finale. Anoint yourself a rider. The horn sounds at dusk whether you're ready or not.
From the booth, this is Flippy — your reluctant narrator, the woman with the clipboard, signing off for the final hunt. May your lines stay fairway and your putts stay true. The forest is listening.