Clays & Cheers
Bucks mission brief
Clays & Cheers starts with twenty-five clays a man on our private range, everyone set up on the basics before the first target's airborne. The first toast comes fast: straight into our multi-level bar, table reserved, the Buck's jug poured before the rest of the crew's sat down. Toast two lands at our central bar: a meal each, burger and chips, parmigiana or pizza, a drink to match, spirit and mixer or schooner, plus a round for the Buck alone. The last toast is raised at our waterfront nightclub, beer garden balcony over the water, seats reserved, a jug waiting, the Buck's own bonus beer beside it. VIP the whole way, no queue at any door.
Game Plan
$329.00 per person, based on 8 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Clays & Cheers treats the whole night as one long toast that just keeps finding new reasons to happen. Four stops, one crew, and a glass in someone's hand at every single one of them.
There's no group chat with forty unread messages about which bar's got room, and no one standing at a bar rail waving a card around trying to catch a bartender's eye for twenty minutes. None of that touches this crew tonight.
It kicks off on our private range, twenty-five clays a man, everyone walked through the basics before the first shot's fired so the whole group's hitting targets by the second go. Every clean shot earns a cheer, every miss earns worse, and by the last round the group's found its rhythm: shoot, roast, repeat. The Buck's accuracy becomes the running joke of the session, and nobody lets him forget a single miss.
The first proper toast happens the second the crew's through the door of our multi-level bar. The table's reserved, nobody's standing around, and the Buck's handed a full jug before he's even worked out where he's sitting, which the group treats as the official cue to raise a glass to him.
Round two of toasting lands at our central bar, where the crew sits down to 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 bonus pour arrives on top of his meal, and the table raises a glass to him for the second time before anyone's even finished eating.
The last toast belongs to the water. Our waterfront nightclub has the beer garden balcony hanging right over it, seats already held, and a jug on the table the moment the group walks in. The Buck's own bonus beer lands beside it, and the discounted cocktail list sits there for whoever's ready to swap beer for something fancier to finish the night.
By the time that final round's poured, one of the boys is going to want to know exactly how you pulled off a night with zero dead time and zero arguments about where to go next. You don't owe him the details. Let him keep wondering.
Only one crew gets to raise this exact run of toasts on any given date, and the range won't double up on it, so check your date now before that particular one's already been poured.