You will have to wait until my new book comes out, The Encyclopedia of Pool Hustlers. I address where the term tush-hog probably came from and populate the book with many stories of the great pool tush-hogs of yesteryear, like Hubert Cokes, Sugar Shack Johnny, Brooklyn Butch, Big Henry Baker, and so forth. See you when I get it done.
Beard
Ah, hell with it, I'll give up a little tush-hog teaser story:
"As much as I was inexorably drawn to horrible "heat" spots with Sugar Shack Johnny Novak, after hearing the stories of the Cotton Palace Bowl from our other road partner, Three-fingered Ronnie Sypher, I made sure Dallas, TX was never included in our travel repertoire. Ronnie had hung out at one time with Titanic Thompson’s son and lived in their house in Dallas. Ronnie told me about all the lunatic, Charlie Boyd, and the tush-hog and stick-up stories. If Charlie would have ran his act on Sugar Shack, there would have been an immediate killing, us or him. Sugar Shack was one of those rare people who would not allow himself to get stuck up, or even intimidated by guns. You had to kill him because he wasn’t going to back down."