Best Story of Taking down a Hustler

[Billiard Architect]

Going in line with people beating up on chumps. Lets hear some stories about taking down someone you knew was trying to hustle you...

I'll go first :smile:

I was visiting in North Dakota a few years ago and was playing my Brother in Law in a small pool hall in Grand Forks. My brother in law left and I stayed to practice. The owner of the place asked if I wanted to play some cheap games. I agreed and we played 2 dollar games. I was beating him and thought there has to be something up. I am not a good player by a far stretch and he is missing some pretty easy shots. He was down around 12 to 14 bucks and he said he had some things to do and he could only play one more game. He asked to raise the bet to 30 bucks. I figured what the hell if I lost it was going to be the last game anyway. He broke and left the 9 by the corner and had hid himself behind another ball and had no shot. He pushed and I caromed off the 1 and knocked in the 9. He said he had more time for one more game and I told him that I didn't. I paid for my table and left. Do I feel bad that I left him hanging? A little but then again he should have played me his full speed from the opening break.

 

[CocoboloCowboy]

Simple Story is I was in a Tournament in Phoenix at the Old Northern Lounge, I was waiting for my NEXT Match, and I hear a voice in my EAR say do you Play 9 Ball for money?

I said in return, I don't play 9 Ball at your level and the hustler finally found another fish for $100.00, Race to 7 in 9 Ball on a Bar Box.

Hustler Clean the Local Guys Clock who thought he was better then the stranger, and the STRANGER walk out with the locals $100.00.

Hustler was from El Paso, TX. Known to many from the BCAPL thing in Sin City, as he was always tae people money in the PIT AREA. Big guy i have not seen in years, could have died or?

 

[ShootingArts]

a favorite

Hustling the hustlers is what I did for a lot of years but my favorite story is a bit different. I had a slight taste for beer in those days, think Bobby Pickle, Scotty Townsend taste for beer so I was usually drinking a lot of beer while aiming at pocket points practicing.

A fellow came up wanting to play for a few dollars. Sounded good. After a game or two he wanted to raise the bet. Sounded better! The guy was a jackass. He was openly sneering and playing me for a fool thinking I was too drunk to notice. Meanwhile although I turn down the raise sometimes he is cleverly raising the bet higher and higher. I have a nice roll in my pocket as usual and he is greedier than most, jacking the bet all the way to fifty a game, a very respectable number for seventies barbox eightball.

These tables were in a side room of a naked dancing lady bar and there was an outside door directly into the poolroom by the table we were playing on. I was playing with a house stick as usual and these things had been weighing into my plan for the last hour or more. Normally I waited until the other player tightened up and let them almost always discover I had a little more gear than they did but this guy had really rubbed me the wrong way. I hate somebody acting like a jerk while playing me for a fool.

As soon as he got me to go along with fifty a game I saw the usual subtle change in his motions around the table, he was ready to come off the stall and play pool. At this point I had over a hundred dollars of his money in my pocket that he had given me while on the stall. I walked over to him. Despite the fact that he wasn't drinking I put a hand on his shoulder and told him, "Look you have had too much to drink, I have had too much to drink, I'm tired of taking your money. Let's do this another night." While he was puzzling out a response to me being too nice to be hustled I slapped my cue in the wall rack and with two long steps was out the door! Minimum wage was $1.25 an hour so that was about three weeks pay for many people I had taken off of him, or to be more accurate he had given away trying to set me up. :thumbup:

Still brings a happy smile to my face thinking about it because this particular guy was so obnoxious.

Hu

 

[JC]

Hustling the hustlers is what I did for a lot of years but my favorite story is a bit different. I had a slight taste for beer in those days, think Bobby Pickle, Scotty Townsend taste for beer so I was usually drinking a lot of beer while aiming at pocket points practicing.

Quitting ahead right at the apex of the hustle is always the sweet move for us nits. I don't work all day just to hand my money over to you pal. Thanks for the 30 bucks. Have a nice life. Who's the loser? Say what? No more action for me ever? Don't worry, your clone will show up soon enough and not know about me. I think it's funny as hell every time I either do it or see it. It's the only way you can win when you're out gunned.

 

[ShootingArts]

just thought it would hurt him the worst

Quitting ahead right at the apex of the hustle is always the sweet move for us nits. I don't work all day just to hand my money over to you pal. Thanks for the 30 bucks. Have a nice life. Who's the loser? Say what? No more action for me ever? Don't worry, your clone will show up soon enough and not know about me. I think it's funny as hell every time I either do it or see it. It's the only way you can win when you're out gunned.

I deliberately cost myself money that time. I figured it would hurt his ego and pride worse for the fish to flip off the hook when he thought he had it safely netted than for me to win money off of him. The guy wasn't better than a C or B player at best. His thing was the con part of the hustle not the playing. I wanted it to eat at him that he had given away over a hundred dollars but I cost myself at least another hundred that I could have won, maybe more. He was arrogant enough I might have busted him before he figured out the drunk was the better player.

I do agree with your point though, nothing wrong with stepping out of a match-up at the end of any agreed period when you find you are overmatched. When you have been hustled I figure you can do pretty much anything you want to. If it annoys the other person, so much the better!

Hu

 

[MahnaMahna]

How is this "taking down a hustler"????? Do you even read threads you respond to?

The Cocobolocrapper strikes again....

Simple Story is I was in a Tournament in Phoenix at the Old Northern Lounge, I was waiting for my NEXT Match, and I hear a voice in my EAR say do you Play 9 Ball for money?

I said in return, I don't play 9 Ball at your level and the hustler finally found another fish for $100.00, Race to 7 in 9 Ball on a Bar Box.

Hustler Clean the Local Guys Clock who thought he was better then the stranger, and the STRANGER walk out with the locals $100.00.

Hustler was from El Paso, TX. Known to many from the BCAPL thing in Sin City, as he was always tae people money in the PIT AREA. Big guy i have not seen in years, could have died or?

 

[Gmanpoke]

I'm not smart enough or a good enough player to take down a true hustler. Hell, the APA 3s get into fist fights out in the parking lot over who gets to play me next.

I'm thinking I'll have a T-shirt made that says in big bold letters "BUSTED". And, underneath in smaller letters it says "cause I'm a go off".

Steven

 

[flash5153]

I'm not smart enough or a good enough player to take down a true hustler. Hell, the APA 3s get into fist fights out in the parking lot over who gets to play me next.

I'm thinking I'll have a T-shirt made that says in big bold letters "BUSTED". And, underneath in smaller letters it says "cause I'm a go off".

Steven

lmao dats funny