The Last Shot Bucks Weekend
Bucks mission brief
The whole weekend runs itself before it even starts: a private driver collects the crew, the range is booked out just for you, and the Buck's already being sledged before the first clay's even in the air. From there it's straight back into the city, bags down in your own CBD apartment, a bed and a kitchen for the whole crew, before a reserved booth opens up with a beer in every hand and a burger built properly, the Buck finding a bonus pint waiting next to his. The night closes out in a laneway speakeasy, two hours held just for you, rounds running the whole time. Every stop reserved, every leg driven, nothing left for anyone to organise. Check your date before the only slot left disappears.
Game Plan
From $499.00 Whilst our weekend packages typically remain at the advertised price, accommodation pricing may fluctuate depending on your chosen date. Why? Naturally some dates are in higher demand, such as school holidays, New Years eve etc. Your friendly bucks party consultant will provide accurate pricing for your chosen dates once you send your enquiry! per person, with a minimum of 10 attendees.
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The Last Shot Bucks Weekend runs on the same logic as handing the whole thing to someone who's actually good at it: a driver sorted, the day mapped out stop by stop, and the Buck front and centre of every single one of them. Four stops, one crew, nobody chasing timings or wondering what's next.
Nobody's standing on a footpath waiting on a lift that never shows. Nobody's working out how the whole crew gets from the CBD to a range on the other side of town and back again, or googling whether the place is even open. That part is already handled: a driver waiting, so the only thing left to do is grab your bag and go.
The carnage kicks off with live clay targets: a proper warm-up round to find everyone's rhythm, then a straight ten-target shootout with the whole crew's bragging rights on the line, hosted start to finish so even the blokes who've never held a shotgun walk in looking like they know what they're doing. Once the champion's been crowned, and the losers have found someone else to blame, the driver's already waiting to run the whole group back into the city.
The adrenaline's still buzzing by the time the group's back in the city, and this is where the weekend properly sets up camp: a private CBD apartment, a bed each, a kitchen that actually works, room enough for the whole crew to sprawl out and reload before the night gets moving again.
Once everyone's cleaned up and changed, it's time to eat properly. A booth held just for you, a beer already waiting in every hand before anyone's sat down, and a burger stacked properly, Wagyu beef, Southern fried chicken, or plant-based beef with corn chips, whichever way the table splits, the Buck finding a bonus pint next to his because that's just how the round lands. Pool if anyone fancies it, the game up on the big screens, and nobody has to think about where they're eating.
For the grand finale, the crew slides into two hours of reserved seating in a laneway speakeasy, low-lit and locked in just for them, two full rounds running through the group, bottled beer or the good stuff for whoever wants it. It's the kind of room that makes the whole weekend feel like it was always going to end here.
You're not the one holding the group chat together, because there's nothing left to organise: the driver's booked, the range is booked, the apartment's booked, the booth's booked, twice over. The boys aren't asking who planned it. They already know, and they're telling you that you nailed it.
The whole point was never having to run a thing yourself, and that only holds if one crew gets the full weekend on a given date, so check your date now while this one's still open.