Shotgun Wedding
Bucks mission brief
Shotgun Wedding hands the groom-to-be the big day that comes before the official one, laid on by the crew who want his last taste of freedom to count. It opens on a range with a host running the group: twenty warm-up clays each, then a ten-target shoot-off for bragging rights he can cling to once the ring's on. From there a Bavarian beer hall with the table reserved, the first round landing as you sit and a litre stein handed to the man of the hour. Then a booked sports bar, screens on every wall, a burger three ways to pick from, and a bonus pint slipped to the groom on the house. It closes in a cordoned laneway booth with his beer bucket iced and ready. Round up the lads and give him the sort of day he'll be quietly grateful for long after the confetti's swept up.
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$279.00 per person, based on 10 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Shotgun Wedding is the send-off for the mate whose bachelor days are officially on a countdown, put on by the crew set on making the last one memorable for the right reasons. Four stops, one long stretch from the range to the laneways, and the groom-to-be kept at the centre of the whole affair. Not one thing lands on you once it starts, because it was all squared away long before the day: no frantic best-man planning the week of, no group chat sitting on a hundred unread messages with no decision in any of them, no working out who's driving when the entire point is that nobody should have to. It is set in stone, and the day is his to spend.
The day opens on the range, giving the groom one last morning of holding something dangerous entirely of his own free will. Our host takes the crew through it, and the natural order reveals itself fast, dividing the blokes with a steady eye from the ones who probably shouldn't be allowed near a nail gun. Twenty clays each to warm the arm, then a ten-target shoot-off with real pride on the line, and the winner emerges insufferable while the man who came last discovers his shooting will be raised at every venue for the rest of the day. If nothing else, it is good practice for a lifetime of having his performance reviewed.
Once the shooting's done, the crew moves into the city and into a Bavarian beer hall where the table has been held in the groom's honour. A round of cold ones arrives the instant everyone's down, bretzels are laid out along the middle, and the man of the hour is presented with a full litre stein the boys insist he drink like a toast to his own downfall. His first go at lifting the thing cleanly fails in front of a fully attentive audience, and the short speech he's talked into afterwards is about the last one he'll get to make without someone checking it over first.
Well fed on beer, the crew moves on to a sports bar with its table reserved and screens filling every wall. A pool table sits open for a fast contest, and then the food turns up, about the last big feed the groom will get before a seating plan starts deciding where he sits. The burger comes three ways, a hearty beef one, a golden southern-fried chicken one and a plant-based one so no one at the table misses out, all stacked high with a load of chips. A fresh round is already waiting when the plates come out, and a bonus pint is set down for the groom, on the house, as a token for a man running short of them.
For the send-off's final chapter, the crew tucks into a cordoned booth hidden down the laneways, kept for their group alone across two full hours with nobody else passing through. The groom's beer bucket is already sitting on ice, waiting on him, and he settles in with it like a man determined to make the most of a freedom with a firm expiry date. The others keep the rounds coming his way, the crew draws in tight around him, and he holds the middle of the table for one last night as a bloke with no one to report back to.
And you were in the thick of every part of it, not off managing the day from the sidelines while the rest of them enjoyed it. You handed your mate the sort of send-off he'll actually think back on fondly, and when he's standing up thanking people at the wedding, there's a fair chance you get a mention you more than earned. Not that you did it for the credit. It just happens to be coming your way regardless.
Only one Shotgun Wedding runs per date, and once wedding season rolls in the Saturdays are the first to disappear. Get your date locked in now, because the longer you wait the more likely another crew books the exact send-off you had planned for your mate.