I sometimes find cashout slips intentionally left behind for 0.01 or 0.03 and happily cash them out. I guess I should be more careful as I should be put in prison for this.
Pick up a quarter in a casino... goto jail....
I usually pickup change and cashout tickets...however, DO NOT do this in Indian Casino's...I done this ONCE, picking up a ticket and security literally RUSHED me and DEMANDED I hand over the ticket (which was for 1 cent).
I do this ALL the time in Reno, and I have never been harrassed ONE BIT.
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "AK-SAR-BEN" <tomskilv@...> wrote:
I sometimes find cashout slips intentionally left behind for 0.01 or 0.03 and happily cash them out. I guess I should be more careful as I should be put in prison for this.
Another reason why I prefer to play in Atlantic City even though I live in Pennsylvania.
Ned C.
The Wild Joker
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--- On Wed, 3/23/11, AK-SAR-BEN <tomskilv@yahoo.com> wrote:
From: AK-SAR-BEN <tomskilv@yahoo.com>
Subject: [vpFREE] Pick up a quarter in a casino... goto jail....
To: vpFREE@yahoogroups.com
Date: Wednesday, March 23, 2011, 12:10 PM
I sometimes find cashout slips intentionally left behind for 0.01 or 0.03 and happily cash them out. I guess I should be more careful as I should be put in prison for this.
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It was our Slot Team's policy for all players that any money found in a casino had to be turned in to security, or a floor-person if it was credits.
My Mother once found a purse in the bathroom with $8,000 in cash and got it safely back to it's owner. Of course she wasn't working for us at the time, and just did it because that's how she was. She also declined the reward.
~FK
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "AK-SAR-BEN" <tomskilv@...> wrote:
I sometimes find cashout slips intentionally left behind for 0.01 or 0.03 and happily cash them out. I guess I should be more careful as I should be put in prison for this.
It's my personal policy too. I never thought about it before, as I never found anything. However, when my wife lost her coin purse in The Mirage with $1,200 dollars in it, I was happy that it was turned in and she got it all back.
Since then, I have found a wallet with $800, a VERY expensive diamond bracelet, and several tickets worth upwards of $100. I turned them all over to security with the hopes that they find their owner.
Kurt
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Frank" <frank@...> wrote:
It was our Slot Team's policy for all players that any money found in a casino had to be turned in to security, or a floor-person if it was credits.
My Mother once found a purse in the bathroom with $8,000 in cash and got it safely back to it's owner. Of course she wasn't working for us at the time, and just did it because that's how she was. She also declined the reward.
Apparently LV, well at least Planet Hollywood, isn't as concerned about one taking something that doesn't belong to them as the casinos in PA or the Indian casinos.
One a recent trip, my wife and I went to PH for our morning Starbuck's and decided to play some VP while there. I hung my jacket (with a small amount of cash in the pocket) on the back of my chair and we sat down to play. We finished playing after about an hour and when I got up to leave my jacket was missing.
I went straight to the Security booth and reported the incident. The officer and duty looked and me and said "Sorry, there is nothing we can do". I asked if they could possibly have surveilance check the video and the reply was a firm "NO". I was told that all I could do was check back later and see if it had been turned in. I did so about four hours later but to no avail. Funny thing though, the officer that was on duty when I went back said that I was the third person that had come in looking for a missing jacket.
Hmm, looks like maybe a trend developing.
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "TIMSPEED" <corvetteracing87@...> wrote:
I usually pickup change and cashout tickets...however, DO NOT do this in Indian Casino's...I done this ONCE, picking up a ticket and security literally RUSHED me and DEMANDED I hand over the ticket (which was for 1 cent).
I do this ALL the time in Reno, and I have never been harrassed ONE BIT.--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "AK-SAR-BEN" <tomskilv@> wrote:
>
> I sometimes find cashout slips intentionally left behind for 0.01 or 0.03 and happily cash them out. I guess I should be more careful as I should be put in prison for this.
>
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> http://citizensvoice.com/news/business/at-pennsylvania-casinos-no-finders-keepers-1.1122293#axzz1HS0apLJv
>
U.S. Supreme Court stands by 'little old lady;'
denies Ilitch Casino its $0.05 Cents:
Ah, the good old days of being a credit hustler are long gone. It was such a caefree lifestyle. It went by a lot of names, slot walkin', slot cruisin', seagullin', silver mining, buffalo hunting, pigeon holin'. The occupation has to be all but dead now with everything being TITO.
When it was coins you found abandoned credits on the machines, coins in the treys, coins on the floor, pigeon holes underneath the bartops where quarters that didn't register wound up, even the public coin counters that would spit the dimes to a trough down below where people never looked. Hey, may as well make a finger swipe through all the coin returns in the phone booths too.
It was the first trade I learned in Las Vegas when I wound up there in the early nineties. Taught to me by a guy named Black Bart. You had to be good to get away with it for any length of time. You had to be looking while looking like you ain't looking. Up and down every row, no cranking the head back and forth, just moving the eyes back and forth. Detecting and avoiding security, knowing where every door out of the casino was in case you caught heat. Never staying in one casino too long.
You had to be able to read the buttons on abandoned machines to determine if there were still credits on it. It was a light thing. Generally, if there were no credits on a machine then no buttons would be lit. But a lot of machines had buttons that stayed lit now matter what. So you had to know which button was the credit button and if it was lit or not.
You never just walked up to a machine and punched the credits off. You had to muddy the situation up in case you caught heat. So you put a coin in and made a spin or played a video poker hand. Then you cashed out. "What are you talkin' 'bout man! I played this machine!"
I built a condo behind the Carpet Barn off Charleston and Main, back by the railroad tracks. Made it out of pallet slats and carpet remnants. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling carpet. In the morning I would start the walk. Sahara was the first stop, then Circus Circus, Slots of Fun, get the big fat hotdog at the Westward Ho (lots of mustard, relish, and ketchup to kill the taste) then on to the Stardust.
I even crossed the picket at the Frontier. The picketers raised hell with me when I first showed up but I told 'em "Look, man, I'm a credit hustler, they ain't gettin' any of my money, I'm gonna get theres." I would get some cheers every day going in the north door and cheers when I came out the south door about ten minutes later.
Then it was on to Treasure Island, Mirage, Caesars, Boardwalk, Tropicana. Then I'd turn around and go back through them all again on my way back north. Day labor paid 4 or 5 bucks an hour back then. I made that much credit hustlin'. But I did a lot of walking.
There used to be a Salvation Army store just north of the California Club on Main Street. It was almost right under the overpass. A few bucks for a change of clothes, then around the corner to the municipal swimming pool on Bonanza for a shower and shave (buck and a quarter). Then I was back in action. The trick was to not look like a tramp.
The credit hustlin' was good downtown too. Yes, Sir! Those were the good old days.
Wow Mickey...I thought I coined the term "Homeless Style" but you have me beat, in SPADES!
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@...> wrote:
Ah, the good old days of being a credit hustler are long gone. It was such a caefree lifestyle. It went by a lot of names, slot walkin', slot cruisin', seagullin', silver mining, buffalo hunting, pigeon holin'. The occupation has to be all but dead now with everything being TITO.
When it was coins you found abandoned credits on the machines, coins in the treys, coins on the floor, pigeon holes underneath the bartops where quarters that didn't register wound up, even the public coin counters that would spit the dimes to a trough down below where people never looked. Hey, may as well make a finger swipe through all the coin returns in the phone booths too.
It was the first trade I learned in Las Vegas when I wound up there in the early nineties. Taught to me by a guy named Black Bart. You had to be good to get away with it for any length of time. You had to be looking while looking like you ain't looking. Up and down every row, no cranking the head back and forth, just moving the eyes back and forth. Detecting and avoiding security, knowing where every door out of the casino was in case you caught heat. Never staying in one casino too long.
You had to be able to read the buttons on abandoned machines to determine if there were still credits on it. It was a light thing. Generally, if there were no credits on a machine then no buttons would be lit. But a lot of machines had buttons that stayed lit now matter what. So you had to know which button was the credit button and if it was lit or not.
You never just walked up to a machine and punched the credits off. You had to muddy the situation up in case you caught heat. So you put a coin in and made a spin or played a video poker hand. Then you cashed out. "What are you talkin' 'bout man! I played this machine!"
I built a condo behind the Carpet Barn off Charleston and Main, back by the railroad tracks. Made it out of pallet slats and carpet remnants. Wall to wall, floor to ceiling carpet. In the morning I would start the walk. Sahara was the first stop, then Circus Circus, Slots of Fun, get the big fat hotdog at the Westward Ho (lots of mustard, relish, and ketchup to kill the taste) then on to the Stardust.
I even crossed the picket at the Frontier. The picketers raised hell with me when I first showed up but I told 'em "Look, man, I'm a credit hustler, they ain't gettin' any of my money, I'm gonna get theres." I would get some cheers every day going in the north door and cheers when I came out the south door about ten minutes later.
Then it was on to Treasure Island, Mirage, Caesars, Boardwalk, Tropicana. Then I'd turn around and go back through them all again on my way back north. Day labor paid 4 or 5 bucks an hour back then. I made that much credit hustlin'. But I did a lot of walking.
There used to be a Salvation Army store just north of the California Club on Main Street. It was almost right under the overpass. A few bucks for a change of clothes, then around the corner to the municipal swimming pool on Bonanza for a shower and shave (buck and a quarter). Then I was back in action. The trick was to not look like a tramp.
The credit hustlin' was good downtown too. Yes, Sir! Those were the good old days.
haha, fantaboulos story, can we hear about part 2? When the credit huslter was given the holy grail...The bonus slot machine or "varible state" or "wongable" slot , did you participate in the beginning of that era?
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@...> wrote:
Ah, the good old days of being a credit hustler are long gone. It was such a caefree lifestyle. It went by a lot of names, slot walkin', slot cruisin', seagullin', silver mining, buffalo hunting, pigeon holin'. The occupation has to be all but dead now with everything being TITO.
When it was coins you found abandoned credits on the machines, coins in the treys, coins on the floor, pigeon holes underneath the bartops where quarters that didn't register wound up, even the public coin counters that would spit the dimes to a trough down below where people never looked. Hey, may as well make a finger swipe through all the coin returns in the phone booths too.
It was the first trade I learned in Las Vegas when I wound up there
When it was coins you found abandoned credits on the machines, coins in the treys, coins on the floor, pigeon holes underneath the bartops where quarters that didn't register wound up, even the public coin counters that would spit the dimes to a trough down below where people never looked. Hey, may as well make a finger swipe through all the coin returns in the phone booths too.
You never just walked up to a machine and punched the credits off. You had to muddy the situation up in case you caught heat. So you put a coin in and made a spin or played a video poker hand. Then you cashed out. "What are you talkin' 'bout man! I played this machine!"
I've done my share of credit hustling, but once, at the El Cortez,
when I was looking at the pay tables on many machines, they thought I
was doing this and took me to the back room. That I had no coins on
me was enough evidence for them to let me go.
Yes Sir, I WAS given the Holy Grail. 1996 was the key year. The Williams game called Piggy Bankin' was the start of it. There were a few things before, as the older hustlers told me. But Piggy Bankin' was the real start of the advantage slot era.
How did pre-Commando transform to Commando? The years 92 to 96 were a real oddyssey for me. Towns like Dutch Harbor, Tupelo, Las Vegas, Seattle, Rapid City, Deadwood, Jackson Hole, Bozeman, Frisco, Glenwood Springs, Cripple Creek, Blackhawk, Tama, Mount Pleasant, Mesa, Tucson, Albuquerque, Laughlin come to mind.
I was a no good job skippin', train ridin', thumb bummin' drifter. But I DID have a few things working for me. An aptitude in math. A love for reading. A love for learning. And an iron will to succeed at what I saw as my last opportunity to make anything out of myself. I didn't do it for anybody else. Just for me.
Through all my flaws, one of the things I like about myself is I still love to learn. I have a math problem in one of the games I'm currently analyzing. I'm gonna take it to the vpFREEer's sometime in the next couple of days. I need to learn some new math.
The nineties are long gone now. But at heart, I'm still a no good job skippin', train ridin', thumb bummin' drifer. I really DO miss it.
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Don parks" <donparks21@...> wrote:
haha, fantaboulos story, can we hear about part 2? When the credit >huslter was given the holy grail...The bonus slot machine or "varible >state" or "wongable" slot , did you participate in the beginning of >that era?
Hey Mickey,
What, if anything, do you play in 2011?
Do we ever see you at the FPDW at the Palms or Silver Legacy in Reno?
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@...> wrote:
The nineties are long gone now. But at heart, I'm still a no good job skippin', train ridin', thumb bummin' drifer. I really DO miss it.
Mike seems to be channeling the ghost of Jeff the Mole.
Asking a working pro for their current plays is like walking up to a boy/girl couple at their dinner table and giving the girl your phone number, with him sitting there.
Mickey is of course welcome to answer, but I would defend his right for silence. He already does more than his fair share of spilling the beans. And we all know what happens if you eat too many beans:)
~FK
--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "mike" <melbedewy1226@...> wrote:Hey Mickey, What, if anything, do you play in 2011? Do we ever see you at the FPDW at the Palms or Silver Legacy in Reno?
Well I wasn't asking WHERE but WHAT which is very different.
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Frank" <frank@...> wrote:
Mike seems to be channeling the ghost of Jeff the Mole.
Asking a working pro for their current plays is like walking up to a boy/girl couple at their dinner table and giving the girl your phone number, with him sitting there.
Mickey is of course welcome to answer, but I would defend his right for silence. He already does more than his fair share of spilling the beans. And we all know what happens if you eat too many beans:)
~FK
--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "mike" <melbedewy1226@> wrote:Hey Mickey, What, if anything, do you play in 2011? Do we ever see you at the FPDW at the Palms or Silver Legacy in Reno?
I'm playing about a half dozen games that I really can't write about to protect my position. They're progressive and banking type games that offer short term advantages. There's a lot of scouting and monitoring for plays. Overall, I guess the seat time is worth about $40 an hour, some plays a little less, some a little more. These games have never been heard of in the conventional machine pro world. I was the first one to stumble onto them. Most of the games can't be analyzed by existing software today. There's some pretty complicated math involved. My main play entails about 2 hours of extreme (can hardly stay awake) boredom, followed by about 15 minutes of excitement. I do about 20 of these plays a month.
I'm slowly documenting the games for maybe divulging them sometime in the future, like when I'm laying on my deathbed. I know vpFREEer's would get a big kick out of these games. Better hope I don't fall dead of a heart attack.
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "mike" <melbedewy1226@...> wrote:
Hey Mickey,
What, if anything, do you play in 2011?
Do we ever see you at the FPDW at the Palms or Silver Legacy in Reno?--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@> wrote:
> The nineties are long gone now. But at heart, I'm still a no good job skippin', train ridin', thumb bummin' drifer. I really DO miss it.
>
Thanks. Always good to read your posts. Stay well.
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@...> wrote:
--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "mike" <melbedewy1226@> wrote:
>
> Hey Mickey,
> What, if anything, do you play in 2011?
> Do we ever see you at the FPDW at the Palms or Silver Legacy in Reno?
>
>
> --- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@> wrote:
>
> > The nineties are long gone now. But at heart, I'm still a no good job skippin', train ridin', thumb bummin' drifer. I really DO miss it.
> >
>
I'm playing about a half dozen games that I really can't write about to protect my position. They're progressive and banking type games that offer short term advantages. There's a lot of scouting and monitoring for plays. Overall, I guess the seat time is worth about $40 an hour, some plays a little less, some a little more. These games have never been heard of in the conventional machine pro world. I was the first one to stumble onto them. Most of the games can't be analyzed by existing software today. There's some pretty complicated math involved. My main play entails about 2 hours of extreme (can hardly stay awake) boredom, followed by about 15 minutes of excitement. I do about 20 of these plays a month.I'm slowly documenting the games for maybe divulging them sometime in the future, like when I'm laying on my deathbed. I know vpFREEer's would get a big kick out of these games. Better hope I don't fall dead of a heart attack.
I'll make some XVP posts on the towns involved in my 92 to 96 Oddyssey. How I got there, what I was doing there, etc. They were all intertwined with my learning curve in gambling. I'll start with Dutch Harbor in April of 1992 when a watershed event occurred in my life. I'll end with Laughlin in October of 1996. I'll do it as time permits.
P.S. My first comped meal in Las Vegas was at the Las Vegas Rescue Mission. A bowl of beans and all the bread I could eat.
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--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@...> wrote:
The years 92 to 96 were a real oddyssey for me. Towns like Dutch >Harbor, Tupelo, Las Vegas, Seattle, Rapid City, Deadwood, Jackson >Hole, Bozeman, Frisco, Glenwood Springs, Cripple Creek, Blackhawk, >Tama, Mount Pleasant, Mesa, Tucson, Albuquerque, Laughlin come to >mind.