Gentlemen, if I may interject.
I propose that we allow Mr. Trammel to fill in for the absence of "puppetmaster" (a name that begs for analysis). Your knee-jerk reaction might be, "That prick? You're the one who's crazy!" but I assure you, I have sound reasoning. Our man Trammel requires much forced socialization to grow out of his antisocial behaviors in which he finds comfort and predictability. Interaction with others frightens him, and I think a friendly round of this "disk golf" hobby, which he holds so dear, with new people will assist in ingratiating Trammel into a community of people that share a passion. I will be on hand to offer him social guidance, and will be armed with strong sedatives should he become irate, or, worst case scenario, defecate in his underpants as an avoidance tactic. My fine colleagues, please consider this a possibility. You will be assisting an internet loser in becoming part of standard society. Thank you.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.