When a hustle happened to you...

A Hustler Is the easiest to Hustle!

I have been hustled so many times there is no way I could remember them all. Between the ages of 15 & 20 hanging around the Old Time Poolrooms in St. Louis, I got taken for all my cash so many times by the older daily hustlers that I actually began to think that was what the game was really all about. I learned to appreciate a good hustle and also learned the different kinds (Red-Ass vs. Butter Con) to achieve your desired goals.

Later "On The Road", I developed my own style and approach to Hustling. I found that it was best if you could make the target hustle you instead of ever approaching him. I did this by appearing to be an Advertising Salesman (off work for the day) and doing my paperwork at the bar with a little 3-piece cue in a black cardboard suitcase style cue case. I would mention that I'm a pretty good shot and if the bartender knew of anyone who plays for money, please let them know I'll play. Now I already knew who I was there for so if some lesser player came in and asked to play for $2 or $5, it was perfect to lose a few and wait for the target.

REMEMBER THE TARGET IS A POOL HUSTLER!

This particular hustle worked so well for me and lasted for more than 12 years. I actually got a real job selling ads on the plastic phone book covers through out the mid west and that made it all that much stronger. I only sold about three covers in all those years - BUT - years later I now realize that that was the inspiration for developing and starting my current business that has been prospering since 1991 and is doing business in 24 states.

One great example - There was a good player in Greencastle, In that played nothing but aces, straights & flushes. He would bet high but only if he thought he had the nuts. I heard about him (from Gary Penkowski) and went after him. I sold a few ads that morning to local businesses and went into the bar about 4:30. Set up my brief case and started writing out contracts and clipping checks to them.

AND THAN ALONG CAME JOHN!

As he approached me, he happened to see a contract & check from his brother who owned the local junkyard/salvage parts lot. This was just pure luck, as I had no idea that was his brother.
We started off playing for $30 a game, so after losing the first game (on purpose to set the rules of paying off after every game), I lucked in the nine for the next two. I could actually play about 90% with this goofy 3-piece cue as I had a good tip and it was pretty well balanced. In about 3 hours and a couple of raises this fellow is broke. I'm up about $900 and he asks me to wait until he gets his regular backer to come over. It is about 8:30 and I tell him I have more business work to still do and have to get up early tomorrow. I tell him I can be back tomorrow about 3 and he can bet whatever he wants as long as I have enough to cover it. I bought a drink for the entire bar and left as a happy, giddy ad salesman. The next afternoon he had about 10 people in to watch and steak him (including his brother). I took my time and went back & forth a while and now the bet is up to $200 a game. I know there is rail bets to be covered but I want to take it slow. This worked so well (with rail bets and all) that the total score was about $9,500. The last thing I remember him saying was to his brother when he refused to back him anymore. He said, listen - I'm a pool hustler & this guy is a salesman. I know I will win if we keep playing. His brother says - He might be a salesman - but - today YOUR A POOLHUSTLED!

TY & GL
 
I know a guy that can rattle you so bad he can actually talk people into believing that they owe him money. I've seen it with my own eyes.
 
hemicudas said:
Bill Lawson got your poor humble $Bill for more than any of um. I had been playing the bar at the Scottish Inn in Vicksburg, Miss. Catching many of the river rats that put up there for the night. Mr. Lawson comes in wearing coveralls with suspenders dirty all over. At the time I prided myself in being un-trappable, or so I thought. I was capable of stringing 3 rack together on the bar box and smart enough to run if someone ran 3 on me. Too tuff. Hell, I wanted tha cash, not no damn trophy. Bill Lawson only ran 3 or 4 racks the entire night "The right way". Meaning running from the one to the nine ball. He put 4s and 5s together firing combinations in. He would shoot the 1,2,3, then fire a 4-9 combo in at light speed. Once he had an automatic 3 ball out and fired the 7 into the 9 for the winner. All this did was keep me pissed off and paying off. $990 later, $10 for gas, I was busted.

I was in Baton Rouge 2 days later and Bill Lawson was playing Buddy Hall for first place in a tournament at the Greenway. I couldn't help but laugh and shake his hand. Bill was a class guy and the greatest hustler I had ever seen.


as a matter of fact, it does! :D
 
Before an hour ago, i never heard of Don Willis. Now I'm sorry I never got to see him play!.....He seems like he was a real fun guy to be around.....Gerry
 
Donovan said:
That was great. I mean the story of course. Thank you so much for sharing that. It is so intersting to hear about stuff like that. It reminds us all that, yes, beyond popular belief, we are still human. :)

GREAT STORY!!!

Thank you Donovan. Johnnyt
 
A Blast From the Past....

** 1970 in the Golden Cue in Phoenix (back when it was on 19th Ave & Camelback) **

Due to winter conditions throughout the rest of the country, many of the top players in the US came down to winter in Phoenix or at least spend some time there and wait for things to warm up back wherever they came from.

Since I practically slept at the Golden Cue, I knew every player in town and most of the players that were in Phoenix at the time from other areas. The guy that had come up and asked to play was unfamiliar to me but there was no doubt that THIS GUY COULD PLAY.

(I had played a lot of road players and had beaten some of them but knew that I could not be a top notch road guy.)

We had been playing 9 ball for about 4 hours or so and I was clearly winning more than my share of games - some not necessarily due to my skills but more perhaps as a result of a few good rolls for me and some key missed shots from my opponent. As time rolled by and I started to lose more than my share of games - it occured to me that I would be much better off playing this guy straight pool rather than 9 ball. (I was a very good straight pool player with several runs in the 60's and 70's and a high run of 90 balls).

After 4 hours of 9 ball I was up just under $200 (Don't laugh - that was serious cash back in 1970!).

Long story made short...... we lagged for the break - he won and broke. As I was watching his break shot - one of the older players came up and asked me if I knew who I was playing. Before I even had a chance to get a smart remark out of my mouth - he let me know I was playing straight pool with Ritchie Florence!!!!!!!

(To you younger guys -Ritchie Florence was one of the top 5 players in the U.S. at that time and his best game was STRAIGHT POOL!)

I walked up and asked him if he was indeed Ritchie Florence and he confirmed he was.

After I went to the bathroom and cleaned the "you know what" out of my pants - we kept playing.

We played for another 3 hours - he won all his money back and more - even after giving up some tremendous weight! He went 85 and out in one game and 70 or so and out in 2 others.

Even though I was down $250 and wanted to keep playing - he was tired and insisted that we finish it up. No way was I going to win that $$$ back but it was so cool to be playing with one of the best that I would have stayed all night. (I had started out with a backer so I was really only out $100 or so of my own money.)

Ritchie Florence was one of the best players of his time and really never got the recognition accorded even some lesser players. (He was a fantastic one-pocket player that played very close to even with Jersey Red.) On top of it all - he was quiet and gentlemanly and honorable enough not to send me home with ZERO $$$ in my pocket.

The "blast from the past" seems like yesterday.
 
What great stories.

There have been some fantastic stories in here. It is like reading chapters in a book. Thanks everyone for making this such a great thread.
 
ah man these stories are GREATH. cant stop readin and rereading them. im young, and i live in europe, and hustling is just an american ideology here. ive tried many times to play for money( very small amounts, 2$ 5$) or even just the table time but never had someone say yes. times have changed, and maybe im on the wrong side of the ocean, but just reading these stories already make me dream away...

pls post more of these... its adicting. BIG thx to all
 
Pots & Pans

Pots & Pans must have been in at least his mid to late 50s and was not tall or intimdating at all.
He was awkward looking, left handed, and had the drunk-sucker act down like nothing I had ever seen. Plus the man had the miscue shot down to a science and knew how to use it.
He would only play 8-ball and none or that bih nosense and never raised his voice. He never ran out. He never made a great or hard shot. He hardly ever lost a game.
I watched go into a pool room in Denver and turn the whole place upside down. Before he was through, the whole crowd was mad at each other and arguing like babies for the next game. They really thought they were Hustling him and they were betting money I had never seen any of them betting.
To make it short, P%P had won $1600 in about 2 hours from guys who had NEVER in their lives bet over $10.00.
When it was over, 3 of them walked him out to his car just to make sure he was safe.
 
Tap tap tap to this whole thread...now this is the meat I love to come here and read.

Thanks to all...now if we can just get my buddy Freddy the Beard to throw us a hustling bone story eh?

Shorty
 
Just a side note.... Never play Fat road players.. They eat well for a reason:cool:
 
Scottster said:
Just a side note.... Never play Fat road players.. They eat well for a reason:cool:

You know, Scottster, with few exceptions that has been true for a long time. Other than Sigel and Grady I think they all have "Pumped & Plumped" up over time. And,,,,,,,,,figger this,,,,,,,,,,Grady out eats them all, LOL.
 
The couple of time someone has tried to Hustle me, after me wining two, or three games. I said I needed to leave for some reason, and besides I did not want to take any more of your money.

The Hustler might have been pissed off about me saying bye bye, but I knew I was being set up to be a victim of a better player.

The amount of money I took from the Hustler was small compared to what they were trying to take from me.

My theory is take a few bucks, and go home a winner. Thing that seem too good to be true mostly are nothing but pipe dreams.

Greed is one biggest enemy, and over confidence is or could be your biggest enemy.
 
PoolSleuth said:
The couple of time someone has tried to Hustle me, after me wining two, or three games. I said I needed to leave for some reason, and besides I did not want to take any more of your money...My theory is take a few bucks, and go home a winner.
Glad to find that out for free!!
 
the most memorable experience i can remember from being hustled was when i was around 16. my friend and i had been playing steadily every day for a year or so in the same pool hall and at our homes. we were starting to play well and had been beating most everyone we played at our pool hall. we didnt realize the actual level of play that was out there beyond our little group. one night we decide to venture out beyond our area and hit up a spot across town. so here we are, two young obvious kids, with a pocket full of money we had been saving for some time now(which was only a couple hundred dollars, but it was a bankroll for us) just barking at anybody we saw. all the players here knew what was up so they jump right on us. i start playing first and i'm actually doing ok winning a few games. my friends over there on the side line talking to all the guys. we just think they're all really nice guys, little did we know they're just lettin us run our mouths and give up all kinds of info. so the guy i'm playin realizes he just cant get there and quits. then the smoothtalker comes over and suggests he plays me while my friend plays his friend across the room. so they split us up where we cant converse on our decisions, get us both goin at the same time, and proceed to just railroad us. within 10 minutes i walk over to my friend hoping he's doing ok because i just paid off my 150 and was hoping to borrow some cash from him. to my surprise when i get there he's already pulling cash out his pocket and looks to me for 50 more bucks. it finally hits us whats going on and we tell the guys we're leaving to hit up the atm and we'll be back asap. once we got in the car we halled ass back to my house and just went over what had happened all night. the only thing we could do was just laugh. the funny part was we met those guys again a few weeks later and they told us what they did. they said that was the price every up and comer had to pay once. then they took us under their wing so to speak for the next few years and actually gave us more knowledge than we could ever ask for
 
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