The Ultimate Shot
Bucks mission brief
The Ultimate Shot opens on our private range: twenty-five clays a man, the group walked through grip and stance before the first shot's away, everyone chasing the one clean hit that'll get talked about for years. From there it's our multi-level bar, table reserved, the Buck's jug landing before he's even found a seat. Next is our central bar for the meal shot: burger and chips, parmigiana or pizza, a drink each, spirit and mixer or schooner, and a bonus pour for the Buck alone. The final shot is taken at our waterfront nightclub, beer garden balcony over the water, seats held, a jug waiting, the Buck's own bonus beer beside it, discounted cocktails for the last stretch. VIP treatment, straight through every door.
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 Ultimate Shot is built around one idea: every stop gets its own shot worth remembering, and the group's chasing all four of them by the end of the night.
Nobody's the one holding a phone at 6pm trying to work out which venue will still seat a group of twelve on no notice, and nobody's the one standing outside a packed venue hoping someone recognises the booking name off a clipboard. That entire headache stays out of this story completely.
Shot one happens on our private range: twenty-five clays a man, grip and stance sorted before the first shot's away, and the group working out fast who's actually got an eye for this and who's just here for the noise. Every hit gets a cheer, every miss gets worse, and the Buck spends most of the session finding out exactly how loud twelve mates can get over one bad shot.
Shot two is the arrival shot at our multi-level bar: table reserved, the group barely through the door before the Buck's holding a full jug, and the whole crew treating that first pour like the opening bell for whatever's coming next.
Shot three is the feed at our central bar, where the crew settles into a proper sit-down: burger and chips, parmigiana or pizza, whichever way the table splits, a drink with every plate, spirit and mixer or a cold schooner. The Buck's extra pour lands on top of his meal, and that's shot three ticked off before anyone's even asked for the bill.
The water claims the final shot of the night. Our waterfront nightclub sits right on it, beer garden balcony over the top, seats already held, and a jug on the table before the group's properly through the door. The Buck's own bonus beer joins it, and the discounted cocktail list is there for whoever's ready to swap beer for the last shot of the night.
Somewhere between the third and fourth shot, one of the boys is going to want the full story on how you pulled a night like this together without a single hiccup. You can give him the short version, or you can let him keep guessing. Either way, you're the one who got it done.
This exact shot doesn't repeat on the same date, one crew only, which is exactly why checking your date now beats finding out later the day's already spoken for.