Post by Zoo Master on Jan 7, 2007 10:30:55 GMT -5
This is an ongoing story written by The Hustler
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This is a great day for all you wanna bee hustlers
I found this site, I like it, and I'll be sharing with you a lot of my hustling experiences throughout the world over the past number of Years?
Stay tuned, you'll find out what real hustling is all about.
I’m a professional hustler, here’s my story.
I love to travel all over the Country and do my thing, hustle people, my M.O. is as follows, I’ll pick a city, check into a motel and join a few different leagues in the area. My story is that I just left my wife and I’m kind of hiding out from her trying to decide what to do with my life now. I get a lot advise and a lot of people befriending me, inviting me to their clubs, poker games etc.
I have many sanctioned averages for use in leagues and tournaments. My sanctioned average over the years has varied between the high one sixties to the low one eighties, mean while I’m a legitimate 210 plus shooter. I’m also a pro caliber poker player and craps shooter, I leave no stone un-turned, I don’t cheat, I’m not a mechanic, even though I can spot them real easy, I just hustle people using my superior skills.
First day of a new con, I pull into Allen Park, MI, I checked into the Allen Park Motor Lodge. The rest of the day I just took life easy, had a nice meal and started making some good acquaintances, that’s the biggest trick, befriend a lot of people, get them to like you, I’m real good at that, I’m actually a very personable person. I love not knowing anything about where I am, that way it’s a real challenge for me to do my thing and conquer all.
Day 2, I drive around and check out some of the bowling lanes that were suggested to me the night before. Over the next week I joined 4 leagues in 4 different houses, for now I’ll just tell you about my favorite of the 4.
I love old bowling lanes & old pool halls, not always easy to find these days. (I’m also a fair pool hustler)
it was a family run business that opened up in 1949, it has 20 wood lanes, a food counter and bar, my type of place.
At first I just started hanging around the place, making friends and checking out the going on of the locals, as luck would have it there were a lot of people that liked to gamble on different levels including the small pool table they had. I really enjoy snack counters and bars that have some old fashion atmosphere.
I had my small camera with me as usual, I’m an avid photography freak, it’s a great hobby when you’re in the line of work that I’m in, and don't kid yourself, it is work, but I love it.
The first couple of weeks my M.O. is always the same, I start getting involved in the pot games, help set up some of the league pools, brackets, etc., get invited to some poker games, and either loose small or just barely hold my own.
There’s no rush when stalking, you have to set your prey up correctly. Money's no problem, I’ve been very successful at what I do over the years.
This is the end of part one of the Allen Park Hustle, to be continued, come back soon and I'll tell ya about King Martin, the highest average bowler in town, the type of guy we all know and love, the one with the big mouth that never shuts up.
Right now I have a poker game to attend that I'm already late for.
Let me tell you about King Martin, he owned the oldest carpet store in town, it was hand fed to him from his family. From what I hear he never worked a legitimate day in his life.
He was a big guy, 6 ft 3, 260 lbs or so, always immaculate, great threads, threw a beautiful ball and his approach was smooth as silk. He also loved poker, craps and pool, there is a god, and god is good.
The King hung with the rich and affluent, or I should say, they hung with him. He was real good at everything he did and let everyone know it, and know it, and know it. Get the picture.
The trick was not just to bowl him that would be easy, but also get into his inner circle, that’s where the real money would be had. I had two basic choices, befriend him, or come at him like a bull, with this guy it would have to be the latter.
My first confrontation with him was after the 2nd week of league play, on paper he was 30-40 pins a game better than me, to call him out head to head was a no, no, so I simply bet him that he couldn’t best 210 across 4 lanes. I let him win $600 before I cried uncle, mean while I had a pocket full of the green that I let be seen.
My plan was that at a later time I would take him down with some gimmick game, low score, hit the exact score on the head, one finger light ball, one step approach, palm ball, whatever, I’d take him down at any of them and wouldn’t have to show my real ability at regular bowling. My biggest asset was my ball and approach, or may I say lack of it.
Let me go back a number of years ago, I was a teen age hot shot action bowler, the best in my neighborhood, I threw a real strong powerful ball and had a great looking classic 5 step approach. The only problem was, I was so good I couldn’t get any real action after awhile.
This one summer I went on vacation with my parents to this resort owned by Mickey Rooney, to my surprise as I was walking around the grounds my second day there I couldn’t believe my eyes, right in the back area was a fairly brand new 30 lane bowling center that was part of the resort complex. The only problem was I didn’t have my ball or shoes with me and had a slightly sprained ankle from playing basketball the day before, it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
I went into the alleys and saw a pot game going on down by the end lanes, eight rich looking kids bowling for $10 bucks a man across 4 lanes. They were bad; I mean 140 to 150 shooters. I had the feeling that if I asked to join in they wouldn’t let me, plus I didn’t even know if I could bowl. What I did next was classic, now that I think back on it. I went to the desk and rented house shoes, got one lane next to them, picked up a conventional house ball and bowled with a one step approach for the first time in my life because of my sore ankle.
I over heard them talking about how most of them would be there all week, and would meet there at the lanes every day. Once I heard this I had this feeling of excitement come over my whole body, I had already gotten my coordination down using this one step approach, I must of looked like a horror show but found my accuracy to be extraordinary, this was easy, maybe not to run off a lot of strikes, but picking up spares and being in or around the pocket was real easy. I had to start dumping right away just to look bad. They must of thought I was some type of freak bowling that way.
After there pot game broke up I went over and started shooting the shit with them, I did get invited to bowl with them the next day. It was my first ever hustle and I loved it, it was way over the top. I could of probably won every single game, but I didn’t, that was the beauty of it, I beat them for about 5 or 6 hundred over the next 4 days and they weren’t even aware of who won what. The same thing happened the following year, same guys, same end result. This opened my eyes and became an obsession with me; I love to hustle people, but be so good at it that they don’t even know what came down. I went back home after my first year there and practiced my new way of bowling, not looking very good at it, my bad ankle which I really played up was my excuse why my style changed so drastically.
My idea of being a good hustler is simple, let the other guy come after me, let him be the aggressor. I have a great ability to be able to read people, it started when I was very young and still in school, I was able to play my teacher like a fiddle. This ability is of course a big asset in poker, most of the times I play the person not the cards and have had great success in poker ever since I was a teenager..
The life I live I truly love, I stay in most towns for about 10 months, I usually arrive in late Aug and stay through most of June, and then I take what I call a vacation before moving on to my next town. I don’t really beat up to bad on anyone I only take a good piece of the change they seem to be able to afford to loose but I try not to break them, it’s good for my conscious and this way no one ever knows they were hustled and I don’t have to worry about watching my back.
I could stay in any one town for years and constantly make a very good living but it’s not my style, I love moving on every year and starting this thing of mine all over again, setting up new marks, that’s what I do best, that’s what really turns me on, moving into a new town where I‘m a stranger, getting a new hotel / motel room and starting my con all over again. What I didn’t mention is that I truly make some very good friends and relationships while I’m there, as well as being a big irritant to the ones I don’t like and deserve to be taken because that’s what their trying to do to me.
I really enjoy setting my marks up in different ways, it could be some form of bowling, bumper pool, regular pool, ping pong, gin, golf, poker, which is really easy for me, what the hell, there all easy for me because of my ability to accurately handicap myself vs. someone else’s ability and only play for real when I have a big edge, I don’t have to be the best at anyone game, just much better than the person I’m gambling against.
My MO is to flash lots of money and loose small amounts pretty consistently the first month in a half or so, make myself look like a bit of a sucker and chaser that could be provoked into loosing a lot more. I set align myself with business and family men, not wise guys or wood be hustlers. Plenty of the legit business men like to think they can get over on someone, they make my job easy.
The next couple of months I step my action up after selecting the marks I’m gunning for. Once I get to really know them and what makes them tick I start setting them up, each one is different and has to be handled in a different way, this is the part of the sting I love, setting them up. I now have more ups and downs, I talk up my loses but ignore my wins, except when it’s the right time brag about one in order to get under someone’s skin if that’s what’s called for.
The last three months I have a lot of small losses and enough quiet descend size wins to put me way over the top, not really hurting anyone person to severly. Overall no one is aware of how much I’m really ahead because I’m dealing with different marks that have nothing to do with each other, the con is a thing of beauty and I love it more than I could ever love a woman, which is a weakness that has destroyed many a good man…
To Be Continued...
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This is a great day for all you wanna bee hustlers
I found this site, I like it, and I'll be sharing with you a lot of my hustling experiences throughout the world over the past number of Years?
Stay tuned, you'll find out what real hustling is all about.
I’m a professional hustler, here’s my story.
I love to travel all over the Country and do my thing, hustle people, my M.O. is as follows, I’ll pick a city, check into a motel and join a few different leagues in the area. My story is that I just left my wife and I’m kind of hiding out from her trying to decide what to do with my life now. I get a lot advise and a lot of people befriending me, inviting me to their clubs, poker games etc.
I have many sanctioned averages for use in leagues and tournaments. My sanctioned average over the years has varied between the high one sixties to the low one eighties, mean while I’m a legitimate 210 plus shooter. I’m also a pro caliber poker player and craps shooter, I leave no stone un-turned, I don’t cheat, I’m not a mechanic, even though I can spot them real easy, I just hustle people using my superior skills.
First day of a new con, I pull into Allen Park, MI, I checked into the Allen Park Motor Lodge. The rest of the day I just took life easy, had a nice meal and started making some good acquaintances, that’s the biggest trick, befriend a lot of people, get them to like you, I’m real good at that, I’m actually a very personable person. I love not knowing anything about where I am, that way it’s a real challenge for me to do my thing and conquer all.
Day 2, I drive around and check out some of the bowling lanes that were suggested to me the night before. Over the next week I joined 4 leagues in 4 different houses, for now I’ll just tell you about my favorite of the 4.
I love old bowling lanes & old pool halls, not always easy to find these days. (I’m also a fair pool hustler)
it was a family run business that opened up in 1949, it has 20 wood lanes, a food counter and bar, my type of place.
At first I just started hanging around the place, making friends and checking out the going on of the locals, as luck would have it there were a lot of people that liked to gamble on different levels including the small pool table they had. I really enjoy snack counters and bars that have some old fashion atmosphere.
I had my small camera with me as usual, I’m an avid photography freak, it’s a great hobby when you’re in the line of work that I’m in, and don't kid yourself, it is work, but I love it.
The first couple of weeks my M.O. is always the same, I start getting involved in the pot games, help set up some of the league pools, brackets, etc., get invited to some poker games, and either loose small or just barely hold my own.
There’s no rush when stalking, you have to set your prey up correctly. Money's no problem, I’ve been very successful at what I do over the years.
This is the end of part one of the Allen Park Hustle, to be continued, come back soon and I'll tell ya about King Martin, the highest average bowler in town, the type of guy we all know and love, the one with the big mouth that never shuts up.
Right now I have a poker game to attend that I'm already late for.
Let me tell you about King Martin, he owned the oldest carpet store in town, it was hand fed to him from his family. From what I hear he never worked a legitimate day in his life.
He was a big guy, 6 ft 3, 260 lbs or so, always immaculate, great threads, threw a beautiful ball and his approach was smooth as silk. He also loved poker, craps and pool, there is a god, and god is good.
The King hung with the rich and affluent, or I should say, they hung with him. He was real good at everything he did and let everyone know it, and know it, and know it. Get the picture.
The trick was not just to bowl him that would be easy, but also get into his inner circle, that’s where the real money would be had. I had two basic choices, befriend him, or come at him like a bull, with this guy it would have to be the latter.
My first confrontation with him was after the 2nd week of league play, on paper he was 30-40 pins a game better than me, to call him out head to head was a no, no, so I simply bet him that he couldn’t best 210 across 4 lanes. I let him win $600 before I cried uncle, mean while I had a pocket full of the green that I let be seen.
My plan was that at a later time I would take him down with some gimmick game, low score, hit the exact score on the head, one finger light ball, one step approach, palm ball, whatever, I’d take him down at any of them and wouldn’t have to show my real ability at regular bowling. My biggest asset was my ball and approach, or may I say lack of it.
Let me go back a number of years ago, I was a teen age hot shot action bowler, the best in my neighborhood, I threw a real strong powerful ball and had a great looking classic 5 step approach. The only problem was, I was so good I couldn’t get any real action after awhile.
This one summer I went on vacation with my parents to this resort owned by Mickey Rooney, to my surprise as I was walking around the grounds my second day there I couldn’t believe my eyes, right in the back area was a fairly brand new 30 lane bowling center that was part of the resort complex. The only problem was I didn’t have my ball or shoes with me and had a slightly sprained ankle from playing basketball the day before, it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
I went into the alleys and saw a pot game going on down by the end lanes, eight rich looking kids bowling for $10 bucks a man across 4 lanes. They were bad; I mean 140 to 150 shooters. I had the feeling that if I asked to join in they wouldn’t let me, plus I didn’t even know if I could bowl. What I did next was classic, now that I think back on it. I went to the desk and rented house shoes, got one lane next to them, picked up a conventional house ball and bowled with a one step approach for the first time in my life because of my sore ankle.
I over heard them talking about how most of them would be there all week, and would meet there at the lanes every day. Once I heard this I had this feeling of excitement come over my whole body, I had already gotten my coordination down using this one step approach, I must of looked like a horror show but found my accuracy to be extraordinary, this was easy, maybe not to run off a lot of strikes, but picking up spares and being in or around the pocket was real easy. I had to start dumping right away just to look bad. They must of thought I was some type of freak bowling that way.
After there pot game broke up I went over and started shooting the shit with them, I did get invited to bowl with them the next day. It was my first ever hustle and I loved it, it was way over the top. I could of probably won every single game, but I didn’t, that was the beauty of it, I beat them for about 5 or 6 hundred over the next 4 days and they weren’t even aware of who won what. The same thing happened the following year, same guys, same end result. This opened my eyes and became an obsession with me; I love to hustle people, but be so good at it that they don’t even know what came down. I went back home after my first year there and practiced my new way of bowling, not looking very good at it, my bad ankle which I really played up was my excuse why my style changed so drastically.
My idea of being a good hustler is simple, let the other guy come after me, let him be the aggressor. I have a great ability to be able to read people, it started when I was very young and still in school, I was able to play my teacher like a fiddle. This ability is of course a big asset in poker, most of the times I play the person not the cards and have had great success in poker ever since I was a teenager..
The life I live I truly love, I stay in most towns for about 10 months, I usually arrive in late Aug and stay through most of June, and then I take what I call a vacation before moving on to my next town. I don’t really beat up to bad on anyone I only take a good piece of the change they seem to be able to afford to loose but I try not to break them, it’s good for my conscious and this way no one ever knows they were hustled and I don’t have to worry about watching my back.
I could stay in any one town for years and constantly make a very good living but it’s not my style, I love moving on every year and starting this thing of mine all over again, setting up new marks, that’s what I do best, that’s what really turns me on, moving into a new town where I‘m a stranger, getting a new hotel / motel room and starting my con all over again. What I didn’t mention is that I truly make some very good friends and relationships while I’m there, as well as being a big irritant to the ones I don’t like and deserve to be taken because that’s what their trying to do to me.
I really enjoy setting my marks up in different ways, it could be some form of bowling, bumper pool, regular pool, ping pong, gin, golf, poker, which is really easy for me, what the hell, there all easy for me because of my ability to accurately handicap myself vs. someone else’s ability and only play for real when I have a big edge, I don’t have to be the best at anyone game, just much better than the person I’m gambling against.
My MO is to flash lots of money and loose small amounts pretty consistently the first month in a half or so, make myself look like a bit of a sucker and chaser that could be provoked into loosing a lot more. I set align myself with business and family men, not wise guys or wood be hustlers. Plenty of the legit business men like to think they can get over on someone, they make my job easy.
The next couple of months I step my action up after selecting the marks I’m gunning for. Once I get to really know them and what makes them tick I start setting them up, each one is different and has to be handled in a different way, this is the part of the sting I love, setting them up. I now have more ups and downs, I talk up my loses but ignore my wins, except when it’s the right time brag about one in order to get under someone’s skin if that’s what’s called for.
The last three months I have a lot of small losses and enough quiet descend size wins to put me way over the top, not really hurting anyone person to severly. Overall no one is aware of how much I’m really ahead because I’m dealing with different marks that have nothing to do with each other, the con is a thing of beauty and I love it more than I could ever love a woman, which is a weakness that has destroyed many a good man…
To Be Continued...
? Well my Borther, thats what I thrive on, I am 61, still 218, and still marvel at all the BULLSHIT, and retorick that goes on at action matches. The pressure that a player feels at the time the bets are being layed down determines (in the players mind) what decicions he makes, and if I go for an action match, Nobody plays me. Pick the pair, set the price, one ball for the first shot, and GO.