Barrels & Brews
Bucks mission brief
Barrels & Brews starts on our private range: twenty-five clays a man, the group shown how to shoulder and swing before the first target's up, working through their own private barrel of shots before anyone else gets a turn. From there it's our multi-level bar, table reserved, the Buck's jug poured before the group's even sat. Next, our central bar for a proper feed: burger and chips, parmigiana or pizza, a drink each, spirit and mixer or schooner, and a bonus pour for the Buck alone. It finishes at our waterfront nightclub, beer garden balcony over the water, seats held, a jug waiting, the Buck's own bonus beer beside it, and a discounted cocktail list for the final stretch. VIP treatment, no queueing at any door.
Game Plan
$279.00 per person, based on 10 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Barrels & Brews runs on a fairly simple trade: empty one barrel of clays, then spend the rest of the night working through a few barrels of something considerably easier to drink.
Nobody's the one juggling four separate bookings on four separate phones, and nobody's stuck outside a bar arguing with a doorman about why twelve blokes in matching shirts deserve a table. That version of the night doesn't get a look in here.
It starts on our private range, twenty-five clays a man, the group shown how to shoulder and swing before the first target's up. Every clean hit gets a nod, every miss gets a full roasting, and the barrel of targets empties out fast once the group finds its rhythm. The Buck's aim becomes the group's favourite running bit somewhere around target ten.
The range empties out and the crew tips straight into our multi-level bar, table reserved, the Buck handed a full jug before the group's properly sat down. That first pour gets treated like the opening of the next barrel, and the whole crew's straight into it.
Barrel two opens at our central bar, where the crew sits down for a proper feed: burger and chips, parmigiana or pizza, whichever way the table splits, a drink with every meal, spirit and mixer or a cold schooner. The Buck's extra pour lands on top of his plate, because apparently the man of the hour gets first crack at every barrel tapped tonight.
The last barrel's cracked at our waterfront nightclub, beer garden balcony hanging over the water, seats already held, a jug on the table before the group's fully through the door. The Buck's own bonus beer joins it, and the discounted cocktail list sits there for whoever fancies swapping beer for something else to finish the night on.
By the time that last barrel's running low, one of the boys is going to want to know how the whole day came together without a single argument about where to go next. You don't need to give him the full breakdown. Let him keep thinking you've got connections.
There's one barrel, kept for one crew, on one date only, so check yours now before the tap's already spoken for elsewhere.