Ghostly Greens rolled in under clear skies and a mountain wind sharp enough to rattle any hunter’s resolve 🌬️🛸. Twenty-three disc-wielding souls faced down the Monster Series Glow at Beacon Hill Park, where open optimism faded into forested menace and the leaderboard stayed tighter than a crypt door at midnight. The first ace flared up early—nothing like a shot from the blue to warn you the aliens have landed.
In the MA40 lair, Derik Thomas claimed victory at –4, holding the reins from the opening throw and setting a new high-water mark for himself at Beacon Hill 🥏🔥. Josh Rowberry chased with a surge of late birdies but settled for runner-up at +2, both men torching their own ratings with performances that felt blessed by eldritch forces. Their showdown featured Thomas’s methodical par defense and Rowberry’s cold-blooded recovery on hole 10. But it was Derik’s singular birdie on the notorious eighth that dropped the hammer, shutting the door with classic hunter’s efficiency. “There's no such thing as a routine drive when you're hunting monsters, kid,” as my old partner used to say.
The MA2 division burned brightest with Ronnie Higley grabbing the crown at –1, capitalizing on a tie out of the gate and then leaving his pursuers in the starlit dust with a clutch ace on hole 20 🎯🪐. Shawn Hastings played well above his rating, putting up +2 and seizing the lead on two separate occasions, including after holes 18 and 22. The back nine saw the drama escalate—Higley’s precision ace offsetting Hastings’s own heroic strike on 22. Birdie threats ran hot, but when Shawn stumbled with a late bogey, Ronnie vanished into the night with the hardware.
In MA4, it was Timothy Scholle who stalked into first by hole 2 and never let go, cruising in at +1 and outpacing the field by 36 rating points 📊🌜. Both Skyler Hall (+7) and Devin Hall (+14) navigated twisted fairways but couldn’t reel in Scholle’s spectral glide. After a six-way scrum to open, Scholle’s isolated birdie on seven and a lone sub-par on sixteen proved the crucial clues. Not to be overlooked, John Morrow notched his own course best at +25, flashing early in the leader’s slipstream.
The MA3 skirmish came down to Jedediah Addis, who clawed back the lead on 14 and held fast to finish at +1, matching his best and fending off Andrew Nemelka (+3) down the haunted stretch 🥏👻. Addis weathered an ill-timed bogey at 15, but his birds on 9 and 11 proved the shield that made all the difference when Nemelka pressed. The lead changed hands in the brambles until Addis’s nerve won the night.
MPO belonged to Malachi Vazquez, who marched out a flawless –12, never once blinking at the darkness nor surrendering a bogey 🏆🚀. Early pressure from Andrew Wills (leading through 9) faded into shadow as Wills slid to –2, leaving Malachi to write a new personal story—65 rating points above his norm. A perfect card under the alien glow is more than skill; it’s survival instinct.
In FA40, Heather Leapaldt stood alone atop the summit at +18. With a streak-breaking start and her shortest cold spell falling away, Heather chalked up a new course personal and kept the wolves from the door with each direct line through the gloom 🎯.
The MP40 fight saw John Ashworth separate himself at –3 after a three-way tie, grabbing the division by hole 10 and never looking back. Jeremy Helt and Jacob Addis shared runner-up honors at –1; both contributed lightning with aces on the mystical 20th. Ashworth’s timely birdie on 10 told a dark story—a story of a monster on the loose.
MA50 was a solo affair for Clinton Atwater, who finished +5 and notched a new Beacon Hill best with steely play through every glow-lit hazard 🧰🌠.
Nightwide, Malachi Vazquez’s bogey-free –12 and 65-point rating leap set the standard for excellence, while Derik Thomas (+49) and Josh Rowberry (+53) stunned in MA40. Four aces electrified the night—Higley, Seth Miller, Hastings, and Helt. But beware the irony-laced shadows: Seth Miller unleashed a supernatural ace on hole 20 without the sacred ace pot buy-in. Like an unclaimed talisman dropped in Dracula’s crypt, the rewards slipped away, echoing across the fairways. The league will not soon forget the howling laughter of fate as Miller’s phantom payout vanished into the abyss. “I’ve seen this before. Sheboygan, ’89. We lost a lot of good putters that day.”
On the side, Derik Thomas zeroed in for CTP gold on hole 17, conquering the 150-foot mark with a hyzer bomb and cashing in $51—just the thing to buy garlic or a new flashlight, should the night get any darker.
As the final putts echoed through Beacon Hill, the Monster Hunters pieced together new secrets about the rift’s alien weakness. Professor Hess’s abduction sent a chill through the ranks, leaving unity and the glow-charged powers of their bag tags as their only hope of snatching victory from the gathering fog.
Now, with Week 7’s scores tightening the pack and the rift all but pulsing beneath their feet, all eyes turn to the looming Monster Mayhem finale. Only one round remains. If these Hunters want to rescue Hess and survive the arrival of the Mega-Mutant, they’ll need more than nerves of steel—they’ll need every trick and talisman in their bag. Yet as night falls again over Beacon Hill, the true depths of the rift’s darkness remain hidden—and its next horror may be their greatest challenge yet. 🦾🌑
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