Many moons past I used to shoot on a small walked up syndicate with John Thatcher of cider fame.
A lovely chap who knew more about apples than anybody on here knows about deer

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Also completely ambidextrous, shot right handed off his left shoulder, very odd to see.
I used to make a few gallons of the mad apple and when I asked him his best advice was to mix as many varieties as possible.
Another little syndicate I used to get the odd day with had their own cider but the deadly practice of drinking it with a slice of orange and a “splash” of gin!! they called it a dogs nose. One felt fine on that when in the comfort of the shoot shed, only to lose all horizontal control when leaving and encountering the cold night air.
Sorry, bit of a ramble, happy memories though.
“Wassail!”