I have invited my collector friends and anyone that is involved in our hobby to send in any stories about their wayward ways and collecting of chips. Please be concise and very descriptive. Being weird, funny and crazy is up to you. Thanks guys for all the stories you have sent in thus far. Reggie

A HARVEST STORY BY A GUEST AUTHOR

PIONEER CROSSING – YERINGTON, NV

BY – JAMES ERIC FREEDNER

I have a funny harvesting story from the Pioneer Crossing in out there. You might as well have it, with some Western jargon thrown in here and there, pardner.
When I went to the P. C. last summer (2014), I found all of two tables open (think the casino has four in all). So I moseyed up to one and asked the young lady if I could buy a few dollar and five-dollar chips. And to my happiness, she said, sure! So I bought a good amount (maybe 10 of the $1 and five of the $5), then ambled over to the buffet for dinner. I was growing hungry, it was around 6:30 and I figgered I might not make it back to "civilized" Carson City or Reno in time for their buffets. To my surprise, I found Pioneer Crossing had a decent spread - including crab legs, prime rib, turkey I think, and all the fixin's. I guess it's one of the few such places in town (don't know if Lucky Club offers similar grub). Reasonable prices, too, think it was mebbe $15. And some real cowboys dining there, too!
Well, sir, after dinner, I walked around town a bit, and that's when I sort of sashayed into Dini's and saw their one-armed bandits. So I walked back to Pioneer Crossing to mount up my trusty steed, Tamoca. And the idea hit me, maybe I should try for a $25 chip from Pioneer Crossing, certainly it might be a rarity. So I went to the other table (blackjack) where I saw some green chips and asked that dealer if I could buy one.
"Certainly not!" she retorted (in a voice loud enough for the first dealer and all the players to overhear). "If you buy a chip you have to play it. WE DON'T SELL TO COLLECTORS, EVER!"
And this tenderfoot just sort of limped on outta there...feeling truly hurt - as I had rather generously patronized the establishment. And then rode off into the sunset.