1970, I was playing Daulton in San Francisco, at the time I knew 9-ball would of been a difficult win, so I got him staked and into a 14.1 game and the house man was holding, so I thought. He really didn't have a good chance at this game and I ran 3+ racks and out and when I looked up the steak was gone. About 5 years later in LA at the Sportsmans where they had great baskets of boiled shirimp I ran into him again, I asked him to play some 9-ball on the 8' gold crowns, I proceeded to beat him and noticed he was laying off on some shots so the win came quickly, too bad the stakehorse did not know what was going on, he made up for the prior event in San Fran + some, I know the horse never had a clue.