Clays & Cheers
Get ready, lads, for a buck’s day that’ll have your trigger finger itching and your beer hand twitching. We’re talking about blasting clays out of the sky with a 12-gauge shotgun, leaving nothing but dust behind, before heading to a proper Sydney pub for a frosty jug of liquid gold. After the thrill of the shoot, you’ll be treated to hearty grub at an Irish pub—think schnittys as big as your head and burgers that require a crocodile’s jaw. To top it off, we’ll hit a slick waterfront bar where another jug awaits, the perfect spot to kick back and plan the night ahead. It’s all about good times, great banter, and stories that’ll be whispered about for years to come.
$329.00 per person, based on 8 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!Listen up, lads! We're about to kick off a buck's day that'll make your trigger finger itch and your beer hand twitch. It's time to show some clay who's boss!
First up, we're strapping you with a 12-gauge that'll put hair on your chest and a grin on your face. After a quick "don't be a clown" safety chat (yeah, we're looking at you, Jonno), it's time to light up the sky. With 25 clays each, you'll either channel your inner Ash Williams, or at least learn to hit something smaller than the broad side of a barn.
Once you've turned enough clay to dust to build a small desert, we're hauling your sweaty hides to a proper Sydney watering hole. A frosty jug of liquid gold will be waiting, colder than your mother-in-law's stare. The buck can decide if he's sharing or if he needs all the liquid courage he can get.
By now, your guts will be rumbling louder than your mate Dazza's rust bucket ute. Our Irish pub's got you sorted with tucker that'll stick to your ribs. We're talking schnittys bigger than your head, burgers that require a jaw like a crocodile, and enough chips to build a small fort. Don't fret, we'll make sure the buck gets an extra coldie - he'll need it to wash down all the "helpful" marriage advice.
To cap it off, we're hitting a slick waterfront joint where another jug of amber goodness awaits. It's the perfect spot to plan your night's conquest or debate whether the buck should get that old tattoo covered up with something bigger before the big day. We've even got a special cocktail menu for any adventurous roosters in the group - no judgement here, boys.
So, if you're ready to blast some clay, drain some tinnies, and create stories you'll be sworn to secrecy about, give us a bell. We'll make sure this buck's party is more legendary than Warnie's spin and twice as cheeky!