Pulls & Pints
Bucks mission brief
Pulls & Pints is the full throttle Bucks showdown where the lads blast clays, grill each other’s aim and crown a champion before the first beer even settles. Warm ups become competitions, competitions become arguments and arguments become hilarious group chat ammunition for years. Then it is beer towers, pub feasting and a final round of pints big enough to qualify as hydration medals. This is the Bucks where every shot matters and every pint tastes like victory.
Game Plan
$299.00 per person, based on 9 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!The second the lads lock in for the day, Pulls & Pints transforms the groom’s final stand into a full-scale rally of shots, shouts and shameless bragging. This is the Gold Coast Bucks send-off built for blokes who love a good trigger pull almost as much as they love the sound of a fresh pint hitting the table. It is loud, it is competitive, and it never pretends to be sensible. We bring the clays. You bring the chaos.
Your first battleground is our clay shooting range, the holy land of overconfidence. The boys gear up with shotguns, eye protection and that unmistakable swagger men get when they believe they have natural talent. The groom declares he “has good instincts”. The boys immediately disagree. Someone else claims he was “born steady”. We have no comment. We are just here to witness the spectacle.
The warm-up delivers ten flying clays and ten opportunities to prove who among you is the sharp shooter and who is the bloke who closes one eye, squints dramatically and still misses by a metre. The first shot rings out. A clay explodes. Another survives like it has divine protection. The groom gets so close to hitting one that the lads clap in mock sympathy. We approve. It keeps morale playful.
Then the real test begins. Twenty target competition. Twenty moments for triumph or shame. The shots get louder. Clays burst into dust clouds. Other targets escape untouched, practically flipping the shooter off on their way down. One lad nails a clean hit and immediately starts strutting like an outlaw in a western. Someone else misses so badly that the group questions whether his shotgun was pointing at the sky. The banter becomes ruthless. The energy becomes electric.
When the final clay hits the dirt and the smoke clears, we call the podium. First. Second. Third place with full dramatic flair, despite the fact that not a single man present should ever be allowed to officiate anything. The winner gloats like he has just saved the nation. Second place pretends he is fine. Third insists he “was not actually trying”. We have heard that one from every third place in history.
With pride wounded and adrenaline still buzzing through the group chat, the lads advance to the next mission: pints. Stop two is our sports bar and beer garden, where your two-hour reserved table is waiting the moment your boots hit the floor. No drifting around looking for chairs. No splitting the group in half. You arrive, you sit and you celebrate. Then the beer tower lands. A frosty monument to poor aim and high enthusiasm. The lads cheer. Someone proposes knighting it. The groom holds it like a trophy despite finishing dead last. We say nothing. Let the man have his moment.
Fuelled and louder by the minute, the squad marches on to our bar and bistro for the next phase. Reserved table locked in. Drinks hit the table instantly. Share plates arrive in a glorious wave. Calamari, wings, garlic bread, wedges and fries cover the table like tactical rations for men who clearly forgot to eat before competing. Silence. Total inhalation. Then the groom regains composure long enough to rejoin the ongoing argument about who “definitely cheated”. We support all lies. They make the night better.
When the plates are empty and the group confidence has returned to dangerous levels, the finale calls. The victory stumbles into our iconic Irish bar. Reserved seating is waiting like a VIP bunker. The team is expecting you. And then the groom receives the final honour of the night. A full jug of beer delivered with the theatrical flair of a coronation. The lads erupt. He drinks like he never intends to recall what happened earlier. We absolutely understand.
Stories take over the room. Hits become cleaner in every retelling. Misses shrink to near impossible flukes. According to the lads, by this point someone “nearly shot two clays at once”. Someone else claims he made a no-look shot. None of it is true. All of it is excellent.
Pulls & Pints is not just an outing. It is a day of recoil, rivalry and relentless celebration engineered for blokes who want to send the groom out with a bang and a beer in both hands. When his single life hits its final pull, he deserves a night built for legends. Call us on 1300 339 734 or reach out via Our Contact Form to lock it in. Because missing a clay is forgivable. Missing this night? That is the real misfire.