Bullets & Brews - With Clay Shooting!
Bucks mission brief
Bullets & Brews starts with a private return transfer, driver waiting to collect the crew and run them straight out to a private range booked out just for the boys. Twenty five clay targets each, fully hosted from stance to shatter, every bit of gear sorted before anyone picks up a gun. From there it's back into the city, straight into a private room held for the group for three hours in our modern bar, a drink in hand the second you walk in, house wine, beer or a spirit and mixer, and a proper spread of chef's selection pizzas keeping the table full. Two stops, nothing shared, nothing to organise. Check your date before the room's booked out from under you.
Game Plan
$349.00 per person, based on 12 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Bullets & Brews puts the whole night on rails before it even starts: a private driver on call, a range booked out just for the crew, and a room held back in the city with nobody else's night crossing paths with theirs.
Most bucks days lose momentum somewhere between the group chat and the first drink: someone's still waiting on a lift, someone's googling whether the range is even open to the public that day, and by the time the group's finally settled somewhere, half the afternoon's already gone to logistics nobody wanted to run.
None of that here. Our own driver is outside before anyone's finished getting ready, the group loaded in together and running straight out to the range, tunes on and the banter already going before the car's even out of the city.
Twenty five targets each, and the whole session's private: no public groups sharing the line, no queue for a turn. A professional instructor runs everyone through stance and control before the rivalry properly kicks in, and by the third or fourth round the trash talk's louder than the shots. Old pros and first timers end up on the same footing fast, and someone's always the one who swore he'd nail it and somehow can't hit a single clay, which is the story that survives the night.
Once the last target's down, the same driver's waiting to run the whole crew straight back into the city, nobody left working out how to get from a range on the outskirts back to civilisation.
The group walks into their own private room, held for three hours in our modern bar, nobody else's group wandering through. A drink's already waiting the second they're through the door: house wine, a beer, or a spirit and mixer, whatever suits the hand it lands in. Chef's selection pizzas keep landing on the table as the stories from the range start doing the rounds again, the private room meaning nobody's having to shout over someone else's bucks do at the next table.
None of it needed you standing at a bar trying to flag someone down, or checking your phone for a driver that hasn't shown. You're in the room with the rest of them, and when the boys tell the story later, you're the one who got it right.
The kind of send-off only ever locks in one crew per date, so get target locked and check your date while this one's still open.