Post by Rendezvous on Sept 8, 2015 16:33:07 GMT -5
Muggathugga
Key West
Rise Me Gold
Mardi Gras
Workout on a 10F Dirt track
KC Racing Stables was a fairly new stable to the racing industry, but every stable had to start out somewhere.
It didn't matter if if the stables first racehorse was a nag or a bonafide prospect with good blood, any
kind of step was a step in the right direction. Trying was a hundred times better than giving up. Even
failure was a good thing, it was proof that you were trying.
"I want you two to work with Rise Me gold and Key West lightly. I don't want those yearlings
worked too hard. No whips either. Just breeze them along, let them get a feel for the track." Kim spoke,
having her own way of doing things. She, like many people in the industry, were taking a risk with running
yearling horses, but with the two yearlings she had just acquired, they'd be nearing their two year old mark come
January, in two months time. Now as as good a time as ever to get the filly and colt a feel of the track.
"Take Key West out first, I want to see what his times are like." She suggested to the jockey, Justin McKinney. He nodded
and walked the prancing bay colt over towards the starting gates. For a good few minutes the colt protested against
going into the seemingly dead-end. Key West reared and pranced about at the terrifying looking metal contraption. Kim,
who had been sitting atop her OTTB, Raider, trotted the horse onto the track near the starting gate where the jockey was
hassling with the colt. "Don't yell at him, he's already yelling himself, so both of you squabbling isn't going to do
anyone any good." Justin McKinney gave her an incredulous look, "How else am I supposed to get the damn colt
to listen? He won't go in the gates." He protested as the stableowner took it upon herself to lead the OTTB gelding, Raider, into
the neigboring gate.
Key West looked at the older OTTB, who didn't even bat an eye at going in the starting gates. It looked as if the bay colt
was seriously considering his options before being nudged by the jockey walking into the gates. Through the help of an assistant,
(who was late to the party unfortunately), the bell sounded loudly and the colt burst from the gates in a hurry. As for her chestnut OTTB,
Kim had to hold him back as the sound of the starting bell had tempted him to run after the colt down the track.
Smiling all the while the stableowner walked the OTTB off the track and watched the colt move down the dirt track
like a tremendous machine. Collecting the colt's time, which wasn't bad at all, the process was repeated with Rise Me Gold, a bay filly. "For whatever reason she seems sensitive at the mouth." Her jockey, Leonardo Perez commented as he rode the filly up next to the OTTB gelding, to where she pulled at the other horse's mane in boredom. "Don't jar her, just ease her onto the track and don't let her run herself out. Do the same thing like I said to Justin." Leonardo was a bit less bullheaded than Justin, thankfully. The filly seemed to have taken a liking to the jockey although that didn't stop her from throwing up a fuss at being put in the gate. She had stumbled out of the gate when it first opened and looked about, looking confused as to what to do next. With much encouragement from her jockey and the attendants at the starting gate, the filly moved down the track her hooves plodding hard against the dirt.
At the recommendation of Kim, Key West and Rise Me Gold were taken off the track to get cooled down and some brief
time out in the paddocks. One thing KCRS believed in was not keeping a horse locked up in its stall all day, couldn't have a mount
losing their minds over seeing sunlight for the first time in twenty three hours. A tall black mare was soon rode out by another jockey. Her frame was much different than the yearlings. Mardi Gras was a recent addition to the stables. Her body was thick, built and muscles rippled beneath her black skin. She looked like a well oiled machine, except for the fact that she had not been worked since earlier that year. "She hasn't been worked in a couple of months. I want to see her in a few races before the year ends, if she ends up doing well in them I'm considering letting her run another year before retirement. She's a big horse, Ferdie, but don't let her intimidate you, she's as sweet as a lamb. Go the distance with her, she seems to like doing a little more than a mile. I'm going to let Justin ride Muggathugga with her. A little competition might finally get his head out of the clouds." Muggathugga was a horse that was homebred by KCRS, although for a horse he seemed quite absent-minded, lazy even at times.
With the four year old black mare in the starting gates, along with the two year old bay colt, the bells sounded and the horse's took off. For just a moment the horses ran along side by side, coasting along the track. It was then that a certain competitiveness overtook Mardi Gras and she pushed ahead, her legs stretching out an attempt to get more ground. Slow her down, she doesn't need to rush ahead so early. Kim thought to herself as she dropped her reins on her own mount's neck as she became quite interested in the race so far. With mostly yearlings and a weanling at her stable, Muggathugga and Mardi Gras would be her only potential money winners for the year. Justin finally eased the mare up allowing her to stalk behind the bay colt. Muggathugga pushed ahead, his hindquarters powering him. Around the bend towards the homestretch, Justin finally urged the black mare on again and she surged forward pulling up in front of Muggathugga once more. The two horses ran alongside each other for a brief moment before the black mare continued pushing when the finish line was in plain view. "Aren't you a fine little runner, the both of you." Kim commented to herself as both of the jockey's mounts stepped over the finish line before slowing their horses down a length away from the finish line.
Key West
Rise Me Gold
Mardi Gras
Workout on a 10F Dirt track
KC Racing Stables was a fairly new stable to the racing industry, but every stable had to start out somewhere.
It didn't matter if if the stables first racehorse was a nag or a bonafide prospect with good blood, any
kind of step was a step in the right direction. Trying was a hundred times better than giving up. Even
failure was a good thing, it was proof that you were trying.
"I want you two to work with Rise Me gold and Key West lightly. I don't want those yearlings
worked too hard. No whips either. Just breeze them along, let them get a feel for the track." Kim spoke,
having her own way of doing things. She, like many people in the industry, were taking a risk with running
yearling horses, but with the two yearlings she had just acquired, they'd be nearing their two year old mark come
January, in two months time. Now as as good a time as ever to get the filly and colt a feel of the track.
"Take Key West out first, I want to see what his times are like." She suggested to the jockey, Justin McKinney. He nodded
and walked the prancing bay colt over towards the starting gates. For a good few minutes the colt protested against
going into the seemingly dead-end. Key West reared and pranced about at the terrifying looking metal contraption. Kim,
who had been sitting atop her OTTB, Raider, trotted the horse onto the track near the starting gate where the jockey was
hassling with the colt. "Don't yell at him, he's already yelling himself, so both of you squabbling isn't going to do
anyone any good." Justin McKinney gave her an incredulous look, "How else am I supposed to get the damn colt
to listen? He won't go in the gates." He protested as the stableowner took it upon herself to lead the OTTB gelding, Raider, into
the neigboring gate.
Key West looked at the older OTTB, who didn't even bat an eye at going in the starting gates. It looked as if the bay colt
was seriously considering his options before being nudged by the jockey walking into the gates. Through the help of an assistant,
(who was late to the party unfortunately), the bell sounded loudly and the colt burst from the gates in a hurry. As for her chestnut OTTB,
Kim had to hold him back as the sound of the starting bell had tempted him to run after the colt down the track.
Smiling all the while the stableowner walked the OTTB off the track and watched the colt move down the dirt track
like a tremendous machine. Collecting the colt's time, which wasn't bad at all, the process was repeated with Rise Me Gold, a bay filly. "For whatever reason she seems sensitive at the mouth." Her jockey, Leonardo Perez commented as he rode the filly up next to the OTTB gelding, to where she pulled at the other horse's mane in boredom. "Don't jar her, just ease her onto the track and don't let her run herself out. Do the same thing like I said to Justin." Leonardo was a bit less bullheaded than Justin, thankfully. The filly seemed to have taken a liking to the jockey although that didn't stop her from throwing up a fuss at being put in the gate. She had stumbled out of the gate when it first opened and looked about, looking confused as to what to do next. With much encouragement from her jockey and the attendants at the starting gate, the filly moved down the track her hooves plodding hard against the dirt.
At the recommendation of Kim, Key West and Rise Me Gold were taken off the track to get cooled down and some brief
time out in the paddocks. One thing KCRS believed in was not keeping a horse locked up in its stall all day, couldn't have a mount
losing their minds over seeing sunlight for the first time in twenty three hours. A tall black mare was soon rode out by another jockey. Her frame was much different than the yearlings. Mardi Gras was a recent addition to the stables. Her body was thick, built and muscles rippled beneath her black skin. She looked like a well oiled machine, except for the fact that she had not been worked since earlier that year. "She hasn't been worked in a couple of months. I want to see her in a few races before the year ends, if she ends up doing well in them I'm considering letting her run another year before retirement. She's a big horse, Ferdie, but don't let her intimidate you, she's as sweet as a lamb. Go the distance with her, she seems to like doing a little more than a mile. I'm going to let Justin ride Muggathugga with her. A little competition might finally get his head out of the clouds." Muggathugga was a horse that was homebred by KCRS, although for a horse he seemed quite absent-minded, lazy even at times.
With the four year old black mare in the starting gates, along with the two year old bay colt, the bells sounded and the horse's took off. For just a moment the horses ran along side by side, coasting along the track. It was then that a certain competitiveness overtook Mardi Gras and she pushed ahead, her legs stretching out an attempt to get more ground. Slow her down, she doesn't need to rush ahead so early. Kim thought to herself as she dropped her reins on her own mount's neck as she became quite interested in the race so far. With mostly yearlings and a weanling at her stable, Muggathugga and Mardi Gras would be her only potential money winners for the year. Justin finally eased the mare up allowing her to stalk behind the bay colt. Muggathugga pushed ahead, his hindquarters powering him. Around the bend towards the homestretch, Justin finally urged the black mare on again and she surged forward pulling up in front of Muggathugga once more. The two horses ran alongside each other for a brief moment before the black mare continued pushing when the finish line was in plain view. "Aren't you a fine little runner, the both of you." Kim commented to herself as both of the jockey's mounts stepped over the finish line before slowing their horses down a length away from the finish line.
