Cover my ass!!!!
EasyRhino said:
I you could, please keep track of the number of times you "flee" a table, due to ploppies or dealer beatdowns, and approx how long it takes you to find a new table after fleeing.
And good luck!
I did keep track of it matter of fact. Table hopping is very very easy and takes but a few seconds. The longest it took me to find a new table was about 1 minute. (i did it three times the first night and i made off with a good profit very very easily...) So all those who knock the smaller venues outside of vegas, take note. If you are playing on weekdays, the casino has sparse crowds. You will find many tables with no players or few players for that matter. And a good number of weekday players tend to be better players and people with generally nice table etiquette.
Actually what really killed me was staying too long at one table helping one ploppy build up a profit even fatter than mine. I found this one table with this big fish who blew like 2k in about 30 minutes playing average 300 a hand.
Anyway he walks off in a huff and his wife plops down in a his seat with about 500. Of course she proceeds to make some bad plays. But before i can get up, the dealer (who was on very good terms with me at the point because i was up huge and tipping well) begins to coach her and give her some tips. She was actually one sharp lady who trusted everything we told her and in no time at all noticed that every time a had a big bet up, she some how wound up with a blackjack. When she made a comment about that, the dealer told her to watch my bets and increase her bet when increased mine..(And no the dealer didnt sell me out, i told you we were good pals by this point, he knew i was counting and he didnt care. Matter of fact he wasnt even calling checks plays at our table.) If she as one of those hard headed ploppies who didnt trust you when you told them to stand on a 12 against a dealers bust card i would have left. But she listened and got the game down and understood most of the percentage plays. (actually i do think that i might have been caught as a counter when i told her to double down on every 11 she got but reversed myself later. (more on this later)
Anyway, this sexy ploppy who has no idea about money management or even cover, would put up 300 bucks if i bet 80 bucks with a count of about +5 or 6 and the silly cow was winning everything. So right about now i am feeling comfy thinking that the eye in the sky is on her and not me. WEll things got worse in the best way possible. Every now and then i had been throwing in some "cover plays" and this one time i decided to martingale what started out as a positive shoe about +4 count. Well i lost the next few hands but the count just grew and grew positive.So i continued to martingale until i had a purple chip out on the table (meanwhile this silly cow is betting like 400 a hand and more every time i doubled up and the bitch was winning too while i was losing
) Of course the dealer had no choice called my purple action and the pit critter comes over to watch me get a 7/4 vs a dealer 6. (This cow had up 800 and got a ****ing b/j) With the pit critter right there i put down another purple chip for a double down, the dealer busted out. And i made profit of 525 in a flash. (remember with martingale you make a small profit when chasing a loss)
This happened about 3 more times in about 5 shoes. This cow was up about 7k in almost no time and here i was thinking i have the best cover possible...
Then her husband comes storming out of the highlimit room. (i could see he was on tilt and had just lost some more moola on there) He heads straight to our table and his eyes almost pop out of his skull when he sees the huge stack of chips infront of her. You could see the tremendous relief on his face. And she was laughing at the guy telling him he sucked at b/j and he should leave the game to us "big boys". She was a nice milf who i would definately boink at the drop of a hat but i was so jealous of her profit. (i know we have all been there. You sit at a table for hours grinding away at a profit and this doofus comes along and multiplies their money in seconds when they dont even know what the hell they are doing.)
she gets up to leave and pops the dealer two green chips. The dealer laughs while he is telling her i am the one who deserves the chips...I know you guys wont believe it but she popped two black chips on my stack. She proceeds to tell her hubby i was the one who helped her out. Here i am trying to be a nice guy and i want to return the chips, but the guy wont let me. Matter of fact he wants to buy me a cigar. (i dont smoke and i hate cigarette smoke).
After that interesting exchange, what i thought was my best cover leaves, and i am seriously thinking about getting up and leaving with my meager 3200 in profit. But i choose to stay longer. Any way, i lose about 700 back to the dealer with about 3 more players who had joined our raucous time with the milf. And here i am saying to myself, i am gonna play out 500 bucks and if i lose it i woud leave. In my mind all my other money on the table is non playable so i am playing with a $500 bankroll my base unit being 10 bucks (table minimum which had been raised to 25 but i was grandfathered in)...
That was perharps my biggest mistake (i only realized it this morning) Here i am with about 2500 in profit and i am playing 10 bucks a hand....If any thing that was a dead give away that i was a counter. (think about it guys, counters to a fault seem to have systems they use to bet and have predictable patterns of bet increments. With all the threads i have read about how people spread their units, i think this is something we all suffer from. The mathematical precision with which you treat your money can actually be a dead give away that you are card counter to a PC even without looking at the cards.
while i am working with the new stop loss BR of 500, i was barely up 200 when i got that unfamiliar tap on my shoulder. I was so engrossed in the count that i had automatically reach down to my stack of singles thinking this was the waitress bothering me with yet another drink. The dealer points behind me and its not the waitress behind me. Its one of the female casino managers. She tells me to get up leave my money behind because she wants to talk to me.
She tells me they have been watching me for days and that they have noticed that my play has been falling the count accurately
Now i have never been in such a situation before and i had no clue how to act. On the one hand i wanted to act suprised, on the other i wanted to be angry but then something else inside me was telling me i was not getting back roomed or being read the riot act for a reason. She proceeds to tell me that from now on, i have to flat bet every time i am playing!!!:cry: I decided to shift my focus to the penalty instead of the accusation. (i had begun to ask her what the hell the "count" was but i caught myself knowing that she knew damn well i knew what it was.) This silly cow even asked me if i worked for the casino next door to them..
She said she had seen me before. And i was like DUH!!! i am here almost every other week!!!!
Anyways long story "long" i have been more or less kicked out of my home away from home. This was the best store in tunica for me. I won most of my money here and stayed at the same place every time i visited. I have not had to spend a penny on food or a room in months. Matter of fact i could have got free airline tickets to fly down instead of driving 3 hours. (but i chose not to because tunica is not like vegas. I cant depend on public transportation around here to hop from casino to casino!!!
I have reviewed my play from the last few weeks and i have come to the following conclusion. As a counter, using cover is more or less a myth. It would not take a total genius to guess that you are counting cards based on the following reasons...
a) More than 75% of all your big bets will be placed with a positive count. (and i am using 75% which is a very low estimate because i think last two nights was at about 95% of all my bets were with positive counts)
This was made even worse for me when i martingaled during positive counts that i some how would lose early on then win late when my bet had increased ridiculously,
b) Your money management skills are a dead give away. As i have stated before, because as a card counter you become too efficient and mechanical with your bets, even a novice pit critter can guess you are counting cards or have a high level kill at b/j without even looking at the cards or bothering to keep a count themselves. Why i really think i was caught was because this casino pretty much knows my cumulative profit from the last weeks at their shop. It would make no sense for me to continually play 10 bucks a hand when they full well know i have their money in my pocket. (and what makes this worse is that i have not bought into any game at their shop with cash. For weeks now i have bought in with chips. and doubly ****ed my self by giving them my rewards card. (but i needed to do that to keep my free meals and hotel room)
c) large whales sitting next to you are even more trouble than what most on here claim. They will bring your table under scrutiny and probably lead the sharks (so to speak) right to you.) I am guessing that once the eye in the sky dismisses the ploppy large whale, they would probably eye the quiet guy in the corner with a steady stack of chips growing by the hour and catch you.
I have come to the conclusion that the best way to stay off the grid, is not to turn in rewards card..(duh!!!
) and ironically is to table hop..(or to be precise to casino hop)..
If you make about 300 and hop to the next shop, hit them for another 300 then you wont get caught easily. But sitting too long at one table is guaranteed to get you caught. So you will be forced to make a balance between losing time casino hopping or grinding it out and praying that you dont get caught
I have examined all the methods some of you posted but when you think through them, you dont really have much cover at all. You are mostly lying to yourself!!!
