Post by Cruisey on Feb 6, 2015 22:36:58 GMT -5
FLASHING THE DECLARATION && TALIA SMITH
SIREN CALL && DEVON BLACKTHORN
Last but not least were two dirt sprinters by the names of Siren Call and Flashing The Declaration. Siren’s two year old season had been tremendous, and after her fantastic place in the Breeder’s Cup Juvenile Sprint she had been looking better than ever. Although it wasn’t the placing Carter was hoping for, he was glad she had come in the money in a prestigious race that big. He was determined to get the filly up to Grade Two before the season was over, which shouldn’t be hard considering she is one of the bigger threats for the Sprinter Triple Crown. As for Flashing The Declaration, his two year old season was something Carter would have expected. He was a latecomer to Firestone, with only one maiden win under his name. He was a strong-willed colt which made for a harder time to train, but with a little bit of persuasion he could potentially be something great.
Devon was aboard Siren as usual. The filly had taken a real liking to the young man as soon as he was hired. Talia had been on a break for a bit since her mounts didn’t make it to the Breeders Cup, but that gave her time to improve her game plan. The two jockeys looked at each other and began to trot around the bend in unison. They didn't speak to one another; they just gazed at the fast track ahead of them.
It was black and brown as the horses stayed neck and neck when they began to canter round the turn. Flasher had his ears pinned against his head at the filly beside him, who returned the glare with a snap of her teeth, warning him to not try anything with her. The black colt shook his head in annoyance of the slow pace, grinding the bit between his gums. Devon stood in his stirrups, letting the filly canter two lengths behind the annoying colt, who was allowed to jump ahead. Flasher galloped along in the lead, ears forward and snorting. Being a front runner, he didn't charge off at effortless speeds; he tended to stayed controlled and relaxed and in second place. Devon let Siren continue to gallop behind where she was more comfortable.
Passing the first three furlongs, Flasher’s lead was still only a couple of lengths. Devon sat still on the filly, the grip on his reins not slipping just yet. Talia had other plans, she shook the reins on Flasher and his stride extended as they passed their three furlong marker.
Rounding the bend, Flasher's lead has extended to four lengths, and Talia looked back, watching as the bay filly got smaller and smaller. Into the stretch, Flasher was all out. The black colt was flying, and looked to be a clear winner, but Devon loosened her grip and shook the reins on Siren, and soon her big bold strides carried her to a length behind Flasher. Talia didn't see it coming, but as they passed the half furlong pole, Siren drew level with Flasher. Crops rose and fell on rumps as they passed the post as the bay filly edged the colt by a neck. Flasher tossed his black mane in annoyance, thinking he had the steal in the bag. That’s why Siren is such a sneaky horse to look out for, you would have never seen her coming.
