Ike, with only one exception, all of those that I've harvested have involved slight-of-hand-pocket-stuffing . Once, at the Silver Star in Philadelphia, Mississippi, the Pit Boss said OK. That was probably because I'd lost my @ss there, and he felt that I should have a memento of that occasion. At a Harrah's in Vicksburg, I was caught once, on my way to the door. I feigned ignorance, cashed in 4 of the 6 chips in my pocket, and hurried out with the remaining 2. I was such a bold outlaw in those days....