Bucks Last Shot
Bucks mission brief
Bucks Last Shot launches the boys into a Bucks night of recoil, rivalry and ridiculous storytelling. The clay range becomes a battlefield where the groom misses wildly, someone claims sniper level talent and medals are awarded with Olympic level ego. Then it is straight to beer towers, share plates and a final Irish bar victory lap overflowing with tall tales and cold pints. If your Bucks group of 8 wants to mix competition with catastrophe, this package pulls the trigger for you.
Game Plan
$299.00 per person, based on 8 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Bucks nights come in all shapes and sizes, but Bucks Last Shot is the one that feels like the groom is getting his final moment of freedom fired straight out of a cannon. This is the Gold Coast showdown built for lads who want impact, noise and bragging rights smoked into the air like shotgun haze. It is bold, it is messy, and it absolutely lives up to its name. We line up the clays. You line up the chaos.
Your first mission kicks off at our clay shooting range, where confidence skyrockets immediately and skill… well, skill lags several kilometres behind. The lads suit up like marksmen on a movie poster, the groom insists he has “natural aim”, and someone in the group loudly claims he has steady hands despite proof to the contrary every time he has tried to assemble furniture. Well, we let it play out. It adds flavour.
The warm-up begins with ten targets that exist purely to expose who actually has coordination and who should never be trusted with anything that requires aim. The first blast cracks through the air. A clay explodes in a puff of dust. Another sails away untouched, clearly blessed by the gods. The groom shoots so wildly off target that the lads start questioning whether his eyes are decorative. We say nothing. Character building is important.
Then the competition round hits. Twenty targets. Twenty opportunities to become a legend or a punchline. Shots fire rapidly and loudly. Clays shatter mid-air like dramatic movie effects. Other clays escape clean, taunting the shooter like they have personal beef. Someone nails a clean hit and immediately starts strutting like he owns the joint. Someone else misses so badly he looks personally betrayed by the laws of physics. The lads roar, accuse, heckle and reframe history in real time. Absolutely beautiful.
When the guns lower and the final clay hits dirt, it is podium time. We hand out first, second and third with the prestige of a championship ceremony hosted by men who should definitely not manage trophies. The winner gloats. The runner-up sulks. Third place insists he “didn’t try”. Yes, mate. We believe you. We definitely do.
With pride wounded and adrenaline still buzzing, the crew heads straight into celebration mode. Stop two is our sports bar and beer garden, where your two-hour reserved table is waiting before your boots even hit the floor. You walk in, sit down and take over! Then the beer tower arrives. Tall. Cold. Glorious. A frosty monument to questionable aim and elite enthusiasm. The lads treat it like a sacred artefact. The groom poses beside it like he just landed a world record shot. The confidence returns instantly.
Fuelled and loud, the squad moves on to our bar and bistro, where your reserved table is secured and waiting. Drinks hit hands the moment you arrive, and share plates roll in like reinforcements. Wings, calamari, garlic bread, wedges and fries spread across the table in the kind of formation that guarantees total silence for at least thirty seconds. Food disappears at a frightening pace.
Once the food is demolished and the stories get more heroic with every retelling, it is time for the final round. The victory lap. Stumble into our iconic Irish bar, where your reserved seating is waiting like a throne room for chaotic kings. The groom receives his final honour of the night: a full jug of beer delivered with ceremonial flair. The lads erupt. The stories grow bolder. By the third retelling, half the group are apparently elite snipers, the groom “nearly shot two clays at once”, and someone else swears he made a trick shot off instinct. Every word is wrong. Every moment is perfect.
Bucks Last Shot is more than a celebration. It is a battle, a bragging session and a brew-soaked finale designed to send the groom off with a bang. When a man is about to retire from chaos, he deserves one final trigger pull with his lads backing him. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to claim your date. Because the only thing worse than missing a clay? Missing out on this night.