Targets & Taverns
Bucks mission brief
Axes open it: a coach with the group for the whole session, every size on the wall, and a contest that has everyone throwing shade before the first blade sticks. Then the taverns. The beerhaus is booked out most weekends and your table is held regardless, steins on the wood, bretzels warm, a full litre for the Buck. Next, a table reserved for your group only with the beers already poured, buffalo wings, wagyu sausage rolls, steak fries and veggie spring rolls, screens, a heated balcony and pool tables, and another pint for the man of the hour. Last, a cordoned booth in a low-lit laneway bar with his beer bucket iced and waiting. Straight in everywhere.
Game Plan
$199.00 per person, based on 9 attendees.
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All of your package customisations will show up right here!Targets & Taverns does what the name says, in that order. One axe range to put the group in the same mood, three venues to keep it there, and the Buck spoilt at every stop. Once it starts, none of it lands on you. No ringing ahead, no negotiating at a door with a bloke holding a clipboard, no wondering whether the next place will take a group this size.
Axes first. The room runs Viking: timber lanes, sharpened steel, and the sound of a blade sticking in wood, which turns out to be genuinely addictive. Your coach is with the crew the entire session, running the demo and then keeping the contest moving so nobody ends up stranded on the sidelines. Every axe size is on hand and most blokes try a few before committing, usually settling on the one that makes them look most dangerous rather than the one they can throw. Half an hour in, men who met at the door are arguing about scoring like there's a title on the line.
Then the doors open on the beerhaus, and the difference is obvious the second you're inside. The place is packed out most weekends, but your crew doesn't line up for it: the table has been waiting since before you turned up. Cold German beers come out, bretzels hit the table warm, and the Buck is presented with a full litre stein. Finishing it is not the point. The boys watching him try is the point.
Next comes the feed, at a table reserved for your lot and nobody else. The beers are poured as you land, then the food starts: buffalo chicken wings, wagyu beef sausage rolls, steak fries, and veggie spring rolls so everyone is covered. It's a proper feed rather than a bowl of chips, and it puts the group in the right shape for the rest of it. When the plates clear, the venue opens up: screens across the walls, a heated balcony beer garden, and pool tables where somebody will insist on doubles. The Buck picks up another pint on his way through.
The last room is down a laneway, low-lit and whisky-bar quiet, easy to walk past if you didn't know it was there. Your booth is cordoned off for the group, and the Buck's beer bucket is already in it, four beers iced and waiting on him. The bar is set for the boys to keep the rounds heading his way. This is the settle-in stretch: the Buck wedged in the booth with the bucket, the scoring from the lanes still officially in dispute, and nobody in a hurry to be anywhere.
You were in all of it instead of running any of it. Throwing, eating, taking the piss with the rest of them. The night was built before you arrived. Choosing it was the whole job.
One per date is all that goes out, and Saturdays go first. The date is the only piece still unlocked. Check your date before the calendar makes the decision for you.