The recycled wisdom from the big men who write big books about Omaha is that you don’t bluff in Omaha, other than the lone ace flush bluff. That’s true, except when it isn’t. I just bluffed and won in Omaha because I knew the other guy’s cards.
In highish position I’m dealt Ah 9s 8h Ks — high cards double suited. A lot of the time I wouldn’t play that hand, but enough people were already in the pot, and hell, I was feeling lucky, so I limped in with the other suckers. The guy immediately to my left max-raises. I of course immediately put him on aces. Most of the other players call to see the flop.
And the flop is Qd 4c 9h. I have a pair and not much else. Everybody checks to the raiser, who bets a buck seventy-five. Everybody folds to him and the action is now to me. He bet a buck seventy-five into a pot of nearly seven bucks. His tiny bet tells me that he has aces but doesn’t feel great about them or he never had aces to begin with and his hand stinks. Since I’m getting odds to hit my second pair (assuming he has aces) I throw in the easy call.
The turn is the ten of hearts, leaving me with still nothing but a pair of nines, and now a straight draw. He bets three bucks into the ten dollar pot. I’m still getting odds to hit my two pair or my straight now, so I call again.
The river is the five of clubs. All my draws have missed. However, his betting all the way along tells me that he only has one pair, and that he’s ashamed of it. So, I throw out a pot bet, and take it down. I get a nice sized pot with nothing but air. That’s not how Omaha is supposed to be played, but it worked.
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