The Perfect (Gun) Rack
Bucks mission brief
The afternoon runs on rails before your crew climbs off the bus: a private transfer collects everyone, drops them at our own range, and twenty-five shots each later the group is still arguing over who actually hit anything, coached throughout by a hosted instructor who keeps the safety talk as sharp as the shooting. From there it's straight back into the city, into our sleek bar's own private room, held for your crew alone for three hours: chef's pizzas out, a full drinks package running beer through to sparkling, and a topless waitress working the room the entire time.
Game Plan
$399.00 per person, based on 12 attendees.
Popular Customisation options for this package
Select one to start customising your package!
You're customising this package
Awesome - You are customising this package!
Add or remove things by ticking or unticking options in the list below.
Expecting less than 12 people? Let us know how many lads in the white box below.
All of your package customisations will show up right here!The Perfect (Gun) Rack is built for the crew that wants the afternoon to earn its name twice over: dead-eye precision out on the range first, then a very different kind of aim once the sun's gone down.
No cold-calling a range hoping they'll take a group your size, no separately chasing down a bar willing to hand over a private room for the night, no crossing your fingers the timing between the two actually lines up. Booking this hands you both, already locked to the one afternoon.
Your private transfer collects the crew and gets the tunes going before anyone's properly awake, straight out to our own range, where twenty-five shots a man are waiting.
The instructor opens with the safety brief, and it's not a checklist read off a clipboard: he's got a line ready for whoever's already swinging the gun around before it's loaded, and the room's still laughing when he gets to the part that actually matters. Rules land, nobody's switched off, and then it's straight into stance, then aim, then the group's actual shooting starts. He stays on it the whole session, correcting grips, calling out who's flinching before the trigger's even pulled. One man turns out to have a genuinely unfair eye for it and says nothing about it until round three. Someone else misses everything twice running and never lives it down. By the last round the sledging's louder than the shots, and the bloke who talked the biggest game before lunch is carrying the worst score back onto the bus.
The transfer's waiting the second the last clay's down, and by the time the crew's back in the city, our sleek bar's own private room is already yours: held for your group alone for three hours, nobody else's night bleeding into it. Chef's pizzas start landing before anyone's finished complaining about their score, and the drinks package runs the full length of it, beer through to sparkling, so nobody's up at the bar losing twenty minutes of the night to a queue.
Not long into it, the room shifts up a gear again: a topless waitress works the tables for that same three hours, and she's not background dressing, she's running the room. Drinks topped up, the Buck singled out for exactly the kind of attention a send-off's meant to bring, sass thrown back at anyone who gives it.
Between the range and the room, the Buck's never out of it: toasted for the one shot he actually landed clean, roasted for the ones he didn't, and by the time the waitress has picked her favourite target in the group, everyone already knows who that's going to be.
And you? You're not the one who had to ring three venues to make this happen. You booked one afternoon and handed your crew a night they're already telling each other they can't top. Somewhere around the second round of drinks, someone's going to ask how you pulled it off. Take the credit.
One Perfect (Gun) Rack runs per date: one shot at both halves of that name, the range and the room. Check your date before this exact afternoon books out.