Clay, Aim, Party!
Get ready, lads, for a bucks party that’s all about blasting clays, sinking brews, and having a laugh with your mates. It kicks off with a 12-gauge shotgun in hand, sending clay pigeons to oblivion like a real-life Doom session. After you’ve made the sky rain confetti, it’s off to a classic Sydney pub to quench your thirst with a jug of ice-cold beer. Then, it’s onto an Irish pub for some hearty grub—think parmas the size of your face and burgers that’ll test your belt. Finally, the night wraps up at a swanky waterfront bar where the banter flows as freely as the drinks. This is the kind of bucks party that’ll leave you with memories (and maybe a hangover) to last a lifetime.
$349.00 per person, based on 7 attendees. Expecting less? Tell us how manyLove this package, but expecting less attendees than the required minimum? Don’t stress! We can cater for groups of many sizes, and can’t wait to help you achieve your bucks party goals! Simply let us know the expected group size when you submit your enquiry, and we can help you find one of our My Ultimate Bucks packages to suit your group size. It's that easy!.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Alright, fellas, it's time to get your trigger fingers twitching and your clay-smashing skills polished! We're about to embark on a buck's party that'll have you questioning if you've stumbled into real-life Doom!
First up, we're handing you the closest thing to a real-life BFG you'll ever hold - a 12-gauge shotgun that'll make your arms shake more than your wedding night jitters! After a quick "don't shoot your mate's arse off" briefing (looking at you, Dave), it's time to make the sky rain clay confetti. With 25 targets each, you'll either become the next Aussie Olympic shooter or at least have enough practice to hit the toilet bowl when you're sloshed later.
Once you've terrorized enough imaginary birds to make Alfred Hitchcock proud, it's time to quench that gunpowder-dry throat. We're whisking you off to a ripper Sydney pub where a jug of amber nectar awaits, colder than your ex's heart. Whether the buck decides to skull it solo or share with his clay-dusted comrades is up to him - no judgement here, mate!
Now that you've rehydrated, it's time to tackle those rumbling tummies that are louder than your mate Steve's snoring. Our Irish pub is ready to welcome you with open arms and full taps. The menu's packed tighter than a kangaroo's pouch - from parmas the size of your face to burgers that'll have you unbuckling your belt faster than the buck at a strip club calling his girl to tell her about this spectacular pair of tits in his face. Don't worry, we'll make sure the man of the hour gets an extra brew. He's trying to forget the wedding planning stresses after all, right?
Last stop is our swanky waterfront bar, where another jug of liquid courage awaits. It's the perfect spot to plan your night's shenanigans or debate whether the buck should get that tattoo he's always wanted. We'll even roll out a special cocktail menu for the lads feeling fancy - umbrellas and all, you beautiful princesses.
So, if you're ready to blast some clays, sink some brews, and create memories hazier than the morning after, give us a shout. We'll make sure this buck's party goes off with more bangs than the wedding night!