Lock, Stock & Beer Barrels
Bucks mission brief
Lock, Stock & Beer Barrels is the whole operation handed over sorted, planned to the minute so your crew only has to turn up and enjoy the spoils. It opens on a range with a host running the group: twenty warm-up clays each, then a ten-target shoot-off that sorts the dead-eyes from the blokes who'd struggle to hit the floor. Next a Bavarian beer hall with the table put aside, the opening round arriving as you sit and a litre stein delivered to the Buck like a raffle prize he doesn't recall entering. Then a reserved sports bar, screens everywhere, a burger going three ways, and a bonus pint routed quietly his way. It wraps in a cordoned laneway booth with his beer bucket chilling and ready. Get the crew to the meeting point, and the whole thing runs itself off the plan.
Game Plan
$299.00 per person, based on 9 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Lock, Stock & Beer Barrels is the full operation, mapped out end to end for the crew that wants the day to feel like a job pulled off without a hitch. Four locations, one smooth route from the range to the laneways, and the Buck kept dead centre of the whole scheme. There is nothing left for you to arrange on the day, because every angle was worked out well ahead of time: no chasing confirmations from three venues that all half-promised and none delivered, no standoff over who was supposed to sort the tab, no getting turned away at a door because someone up front decided a group your size was trouble. The plan is set, and the plan is entirely yours.
The whole thing kicks off on the range, the one point in the day anyone is legally allowed to be armed. A host takes the group in hand from the first target, and the pecking order sorts itself out quickly between the blokes who can shoot straight and the blokes who are frankly a danger to the surrounding suburb. Everyone fires twenty clays to warm up, then the ten-target shoot-off decides it for real, and the winner will spend the rest of the day acting as though marksmanship was the whole point of his life. The bloke who finishes last will get a send-up that follows him from venue to venue like a rap sheet.
With the shooting settled, the crew slips into the city and into a Bavarian beer hall where the seats have been squared away in advance. The first round is on the table almost before anyone sits, bretzels get spread out for the taking, and the Buck receives a full litre stein that weighs about as much as a decent haul. He will attempt to lift it with the casual confidence of a man who has badly misread the situation, and the ensuing struggle, foam and all, is the sort of thing the crew will be describing for weeks.
Just when you think the day has shown its whole hand, it lifts again at a sports bar with the crew's table set aside and screens covering every wall. There is a pool table going spare for anyone keen to settle a score, and then the food arrives and negotiations pause. The burger comes three ways, a proper beef one, a southern-fried chicken one and a plant-based one so nobody at the table is left out of the split, all stacked tall with chips filling the gaps. A round is already down when the plates land, and a bonus pint makes its way to the Buck with no fingerprints on it whatsoever.
For the final move, the crew disappears into a cordoned booth tucked away in the laneways, the kind of spot that feels built for lying low. It is yours and yours alone for two hours, no outsiders wandering through, the Buck's beer bucket already chilling in place when he arrives. He guards it with the focus of a man sitting on the last of the loot, the crew keeps the rounds coming faster than he can deal with them, and everyone closes ranks around him for the run to last drinks.
And you were on the inside of all of it, not stationed out front keeping the operation from falling apart. It went off without a single thing going sideways, and at some point a mate will piece together that you were the one who set the whole thing up. There is no harm in letting that get around. A job this clean tends to build a reputation, and the reputation may as well be yours.
Only one Lock, Stock & Beer Barrels goes ahead on any date, and the Saturdays are always first off the board. Lock your date down now, because leave it too long and some other outfit walks off with the exact weekend you had lined up.