My first meet was not a player but a Manager.
My Uncle was into his shooting and game. One Sunday while round playing with my Cousin prob aged about 7 my Uncle told us to get in the car and we were going to pick something up.
We went out into Countryside for what seemed ages and got to this Farmhouse. A lady answered the door and we went into the kitchen and an old guy was sat at the table in a flat cap. Yes, it was Big Jack.
My Uncle had gone to pick some pheasants (dead ones), off him. Turns out he was one of his shooting contacts.
Remember Mrs Charlton getting me and my Cousin a lemonade.