Bossier City Hit
& Run Session
Well, I stopped in the office to clean up a little paperwork this morning,
finished up around eleven and made a snap decision to run over to the boats. I knew Black
Cloud (Frank) was over at Jack's teepee in Bossier, so I thought I'd drop in and see how
things were rolling.
Heavy Goes Back to Bossier
Hit the casino around 2:15, found Frank at the BJ table complaining that he didn't have a
comp for dinner. Scouted out the craps pit - five tables open - two $10 games and three $5
games. Found a place next to stick at a $5 table, observed the layout was heavy with
chips, deduced we were in the middle of a good roll, observed crossed sixes being set and
threw out $44 inside. Next roll, seven out.
Stayed at that table for one more roll, seven showed again, and I hopped to the next table
- which had just opened and was empty.
Took up a position to the right of stick, dice came to me. Using the crossed sixes with
the 5/4 up I established 9 as the point. Immediately repeated the 9 - one of my signature
numbers. Next roll reestablished the 9 as point. Then it repeated again. That's four nines
in a roll. Next come out roll - seven. Next come out roll - seven again. Two winners -but
I wasn't real happy about that. Don't like to see that number unless I'm setting for it -
which I wasn't. I turned my dice set over with the 2/3 up and threw to the opposite corner
of the table. Point is 10. I continued to throw all around the 10 for fifteen minutes or
so - scoring a couple of hits on the 5, 6, and 9 - which I had placed - but also throwing
a lot of trash. Sevened out without making the 10 - but I had recouped my previous losses
plus a small win.
The other end of the table had filled up - and produced three consecutive seven outs. Back
on my end - one good shooter (the crosses sixes setter) followed by two bad. Then Black
Cloud showed up and bought in for a hundred or so.
I know Frank tends to throw craps numbers with his set, but I did not hedge the first bet.
Fortunatly, he got up on a point. His second number, however, was a three-craps. I decided
to look for a repeater and tossed out a $4 horn. Call was 2 craps and I'm a $27 winner.
Thought about parlaying it, chickened out and pressed it to $8 and he throws it again. $54
bucks more. Then he makes his pass! I'm thinking maybe the black cloud got left at home.
A little more minor action before Frank sevens out - and the dice come to me. Feeling
cocky after my first good roll, I toss, get a point of eight, play $25 odds, then place
$32 inside and the hard 8 and 10. Second roll - seven out. So much for getting cocky - and
so much for that horn money I won on Frank's shooting.
Two losers in a row and I've got to go. Switched tables just in time. Caught two good
shooters followed by six bad ones. One of these bad ones was a lady I KNOW to be one of
the best, most consistent controlled rollers in the Shreveport/Bossier market. She just
couldn't make it happen today. Finally, the dice go back to good shooter number one - who
is sitting down while shooting - and gets the dice and keeps them. This guy scores three
passes over about a half hour. The game was moving pretty slow because he had a routine.
Get the dice. Set and stack the dice. Stop. Take a drag off the cigarette. Put the
cigarette down. Pick up a bottle and take a sip of beer. Set down the bottle. Make a
comical remark to the other players. Pick up the dice. Throw the dice. Same routine every
toss. Now this guy got away with half a dozen or more rolls that barely got past the stick
man. Box gave no heat other than to say, "Gonna have to get the coach out to show you
how." or "Gonna have to go to the weight room and work on that arm." Pretty
much making a point with a joke.
Anyway, I ended up with all the numbers covered and ultimately left $110 on the table when
the seven showed, but had managed (through conservative hit, press, hit regress) strategy
to lock up a $240 win. It would have been much more if I'd had the bankroll to get in the
game, but you guys know that drill. Chirstmas is 'a coming.
Anyway, scored a $30 comp on top of the win, bid farewell to the Black Cloud, who looked
to be down a few bucks, but holding his own. Grabbed a steak dinner at Oak Creek, took my
cheesecake desert to go and bailed. Classic hit and run strategy.
Total time in casino: 1hr. 50 min.
Total time in cafe: 45 min.
Initial buy in: $260
Color up: $500
Total total: $270
AIW (average initial wager): $39
LSO (longest string of 7 outs): 4
LSP (longest string of passes): 4
All of the good shooters were dice setters, but all dice setters were not good shooters.
Overall it was choppy, but proper conservative play allowed positioning to take advantage
of plus streaks. However, the game could have been profitable from the don't side as well
with proper strategy.
That's it. The whole thing. Warts and all.
Well, I decided to take a little full moon run over to the boats today and found myself
playing a little follow the trend action at the shoe when up steps my old friend, Jack.
He'd been there two nights and said he'd had two good days and one bad. Clearly I'd gotten
there on the bad one, and was having the same kind of day as him. He noted my big $5 DP
action and decided to join the game. It was not particularly pretty. Lots of chop and a
lot of negative energy from the far end of the table. A couple of guys who had won big
earlier (one had had a 50 minute roll according to the stick) but had clearly watched it
go south on them. Anyway, I hit my loss limit after about two hours play (I'd been playing
over an hour when Jack found me) so I elected to make a coupon run and try to find
something happening at another casino.
Over to the Isle of Capri for some minor action. I may have mentioned this particular
player before - I don't know his name but I know he is a retired attorney from the
Shreveport area. He is in poor health and his nurse brings him to the table in a wheel
chair. He is always accompanied by two young women who we will assumer are his neices -
they certainly seem to have a great affection for the old gentleman. Anyway, here's the
deal. It appears he bankrolls the nurse and the "neices" - who are all fairly
accomplished dice setters. His bets - $25 on the line. $500 odds. AND a $100 eleven/twelve
split (he used to play a hundred each, but has backed down in recent years). Okay, stage
is set. So all of these ladies are setting for the eleven/twelve, using either the in-line
sixes (nurse) or the crossed sixes set with the 5/4 facing down table (neices). And
throwing it they were. Many twelves were seen - each one kicking off $1450 for the old
gent - who promptly locked up the $1400 and "tipped" the nurse/neice the $50 for
throwing it. Soooooo, the dice go to nurse, then neice, then the other neice, then the old
gent (who promptly goes point-seven) then travel to the fat boy.
Who promptly sets the dice the same way, plays five on the line plus a world and high/low.
First throw - 12. Pays me $55 for the world/high/low. Pays the kindly gent $1450. But
wait! Where's my fifty dollar tip? Ooops, I guess he forgot. So I throw the eleven. Which
pays me nine bucks bonus money and generates another $700 for the old duffer. No tip there
either. Okay, enough of that. After all - a tip like that must be earned, right? I'll do a
lot of things for fifty bucks, but I figure his neices are doing a lot more.
So I get a point of eight, throw the dice a dozen times or so, kick off another twelve and
two more elevens, and make my pass. Okay, I've made a hundred and a eighty or so - and the
guy in the wheelchair has made about five grand. I'm happy for him. Really.
So I go on to make another pass. And another pass. And another pass. In fact, I make five
passes including a hard four (yep, he had $500 behind the line - I had $5) AND included at
least six twelves and eight elevens - and (God bless him) when the shoot is over the old
bastard colors up close to $20,000 (and paid off a $6000 marker).
And as his ladies are rolling him out of the casino the dealer says to me, "If you
had tits he'd have tipped you a thousand dollars."
And I think there's probably something to that.
Oh well. I had a good time, a good shoot, and got a great story out of the deal. AND I
recouped all but $50 of my earlier losses. Throw in a dinner comp and I'm damn near even.
Not a bad day all in all.
Jack - I hope you got out of town with gas money.
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