The Clay Slayer
Bucks mission brief
It starts on the range: full gear supplied, a professional instructor running the group from warm-up into a shootout, and a winner walking off with bragging rights nobody lets him forget. Then it's steins in the CBD: table reserved, a litre of German beer waiting the second you sit, the Buck copping a bonus stein on the house, brezels and dude food platters landing while the group argues over who earned that trophy. It finishes behind a cordoned booth in the laneways, two hours in the group's most premium space, the Buck's beer bucket iced. Three venues, one crew treated like VIPs at every door, walking straight in like they've been expected all along. One Clay Slayer runs per date: check yours before another crew claims the trophy first.
Game Plan
$299.00 per person, with a minimum of 10 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!The Clay Slayer runs from broad daylight into the small hours, and the Buck is centre of every scene from the first shot to the last stein. This is the send-off for the crew that wants the whole day to earn its keep: a real shooting range, a proper German feast, and a laneway booth to finish, with nobody standing around deciding what happens next because it's already locked in.
No one's ringing round trying to find a range that'll actually take ten blokes on a Saturday, no one's googling instructor availability, and nobody's standing in a car park arguing about who forgot the ear protection. It's booked, it's staffed, and it's waiting.
The day opens on the range: full gear on the rack, a professional instructor running the group through the fundamentals until everyone's hitting more than air. Twenty targets each to find your rhythm, then the real event, a 10-target shootout where the trash talk starts before the first clay's even in the sky. Somebody walks off with the win and bragging rights that follow him into every venue for the rest of the night, and it's usually not the bloke who talked the biggest game beforehand.
From there the crew rolls into the city for round two: a table reserved and waiting at a proper German beer house, a litre of German beer landing in front of everyone the second you sit, and the Buck copping a second stein on the house, mostly so the group's got something to heckle him about while he tries to drink it without embarrassing himself. Warm brezels hit the table first, then the platters come out properly, plate after plate of German specialties built for a crew that's earned it. Somewhere between the second stein and the first platter, the argument over who actually deserved that trophy starts up again, and it doesn't really stop.
The night closes behind a cordoned VIP booth tucked into the laneways, two hours in the most premium space on offer, and the Buck's beer bucket already sitting there iced before he arrives. The bar's running for anyone keen to shout the next round, and for two hours the booth is the only address that matters. Range, beer house, laneway booth: three completely different venues, and at every door, your crew walks straight in like you were expected, because you were.
And you? You're the one who found a range, a beer hall and a laneway booth that all say yes to a bucks group and lined them up back to back without a single phone call falling through. Somewhere around the second stein, someone's going to ask how you pulled this together, and you can decide how much of the credit to take. We'd suggest all of it.
One Clay Slayer runs per date, and that's what keeps the trophy real: no other crew out there fighting for the same bragging rights on the same afternoon. Check your date, then let the arguing start on the range.