6-Max Texas Limit Holdem : Hand ValuesWritten by Chip Westley
6-Max Texas limit Holdem is a variation from normal full ring limit games. This variation is played more aggressively and with greater potential profit for better players. Because more hands are dealt per hour, more decisions are made per hour. This can be a great advantage to player that known their way around six chaired table. In 6-Max, while you should still play a tight and aggressive style, a few more hands can be played as openers. Hand values change quite a bit from a full ring game to a 6-max game.Pocket pairs are more valuable in a 6-max game. In early position, first two positions after blinds, you'll want to muck baby pairs, 22-66. In cutoff and button typically play all pairs if there has been a caller ahead of you. And you can open raise with higher pocket pairs all way down to 88 or 99 depending upon character of table. Raise with ten-ten and up. Hands with two cards of ten or higher go up in value in a 6-max game. While you might fear risk of being dominated with hands such as King-Ten offsuit and Queen-Ten offsuit in a full ring game, because of limited amount of opponents these hands are more likely to hold up in 6-max. You can strongly consider open raising with any hand with two cards ten or higher. Suited Aces are much less valuable in a typical 6-max game. Usually there will be limited participation in hands and pot odds just won't be there for any kind of speculative hand. Also, because raising is much more prominent, it's harder to see flop for just one bet. Suited connectors face same problems only more so. Be very careful playing speculative hands in 6-max. Know character of your individual game and only play them late if conditions are just right.
| | Confessions of a Stream AnglerWritten by Mike Clifford/HeartlandOutdoorsman.Com
A HeartlandOutdoorsman.Com Production..... (Leave this intact as it is considered permission to reproduce) The routine hadn't changed much in last 30 years or so. A typical Saturday morning would find Frank Malone rising well before sunrise. Today would be no different. As he sat on edge of his bed wiping sleep from his eyes, Frank pondered his fishing opportunities, wondering where this day might lead him. The smell of freshly brewed coffee now filled lonely house, and Frank wondered how he would go about packing everything up and preserving memories of a lifetime that echoed inside walls of this old place. The wind rattling branches of old oak tree outside his office window had Frank thinking that fly rod would probably stay home today in favor of his trusty old spinning gear and recent rains would probably make wading more difficult than it was worth. For first time in his adult life, Frank was having second thoughts about going fishing at all, but workload facing him here seemed daunting, to say least. Mary always seemed to have a place for everything, and looking around at this point, Frank suddenly realized that he really had no clue where anything was. He couldn't help but chuckle at thought, and went about his usual routine of gathering up some essentials for day. With his thermos of coffee in hand, he headed out to barn to check on goats to make sure they hadn't busted out of their pens, as they had recently found a liking to doing. Actually, neighbors would have called if there had been another episode during night such as occurred twice this week already. Animals just seem to have that sixth sense in knowing that something has changed drastically in their surroundings, and these creatures definitely sense that something is not same. As darkness still held its grip on morning, lights from Frank's truck glanced briefly off barn and startled chickens out of their stupor, bringing a smile to his face as he realized that some things never change. Fumbling to find his cigars and dial up a weather forecast on radio, Frank came to realization that he didn't even know where he was going to end up fishing today. He'd done this so many times, for so many years, yet on this day he seemed to have a hard time getting his thoughts together. With a slight chance of rain in forecast and a low pressure system, it would more than likely be a good bite anywhere he ended up, Frank figured. The light of a fresh morning was just beginning to peek over horizon as Frank navigated thick fog and back roads to take his customary place among tall pines and crisp mountain air. Taking advantage of seemingly perfect conditions on this day, he wasted no time in getting set up and was at stream's edge just in time to witness a bald eagle take flight from it's roost, a marvel he had probably taken for granted too many times. Everything seemed just a little more magical today, and Frank disrupted his usual routine at this point to slowly set his gear down and take it all in with a deep breath.
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