Apr 4, 2017 12:12:09 GMT -5
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Post by Rendezvous on Apr 4, 2017 12:12:09 GMT -5
INDIAN NIGHT jockeyed by Justin McKinney
APACHE SUNRISE jockeyed by Andy Hobbs
"Kim, you didn't."
The words of trainer John Murchison echoed down the barn aisle as he heard the angry snorting of four year old mare, Enrapture as she lunged her head over her stall door trying to take a bite out of a passing groom. "Tell me you didn't buy more horses from Ripley Marsh. You see how that nutty mare is already." John warned as he watched the mare as she flattened her ears against her skull. Kim was looking at a chestnut mare with a wide strip and even wider eyes watched everyone from her stall. "Hey, Enrapture just won the Belle Victoire Derby, she's not half bad." The trainer looked as though he wanted to say that wasn't the point, but the stable owner continued. "Let's not forget Roussong. He came in second in the Thoroughbred Charities of America, and you said yourself that you want to point him towards the Triple Crown." She stuck her tongue out at the trainer who could only groan.
The addition of three year old filly, Apache Sunrise and four year old stallion, Indian Sunrise would make the count of Battlebrook horses up to four. The horses were even stalled right next to each other on the same side of the racing barn. Although Enrapture would sooner try to put a hoof in another horse's head then play nice. "No more Battlebrook horses after these two. I mean that. Hell, Enrapture pinned the groom against the wall last week! You know he quit right? Jesus. Fine, don't look at me like that. I want to see how these horses run in person. McKinney! Hobbs! Come out to the track!" John was a man of pure business, but he did love horses even the ones who acted like murderers. "You know, I think it'd be good to cross Enrapture with the Augusto line. That foal would have a lot of spunk." John could only look at Kim as though she had grown a second head before shaking his own head and walking out towards the track.
Apache Sunrise was a bit like Sylvanite as a three year old in terms of her record and her dual surface preferences. She didn't have a bad attitude like Enrapture, but she most definitely had a mind of her own. When her handler tried to tack her up she was more focused on checking out what going on in the flower beds, and when she was being led to the track she insisted on moving forward as her jockey tried to get a leg up. Indian Night was just starting his four year old season and had yet to run for the year but he was a turf-lovin' horse through and through. The only other solely turf horses in KC Racing's string was two 2 year old horses that had yet to break their maidens.
Indian Night was a humble horse who acted like he was ten and gelded instead of four and uncut. He was quiet under saddle and rookie jockey Andy Hobbs didn't have a problem getting a leg up on the stallion. "At least they're not biting. Run 'em for nine furlongs. They should both match that pretty easily." John instructed the jockeys as the pair of horses were loaded up into the gates. "We should breed Mugs and Enrapture when they retire." Kim suggested as she leaned against the track fencing. John didn't even bat an eye. "Absolutely not." Nine times out of ten Kim didn't have a say in what horse was bred with who. Instead John would often have conference meetings with the stallion manager over at KCRS' breeding division, KC Stud. Kim mostly got a say in when to start which horse on the track, when to take them off and both she and John would discuss where to direct the horses in their career.
The gates buzzed upon and Indian Night surged forward first. Apache Sunrise seemed to have taken a misstep and Kim leaned over the track fencing thinking the filly had stumbled. The grey stallion had already gotten a head start once the filly regained her bearings and settled back into stride, her nose flaring as though she was pissed that she had fallen behind. From there Indian Night flew down the track, tearing up the turf and seemingly on his own but Apache Sunrise had not forgotten about him. The filly pushed on ahead, her head extending out as jockey Justin McKinney showed the crop once they had came down to the half stretch. Apache Sunrise didn't need any encouragement as she had already set her mind on surpassing the grey stallion.
Indian Night let her catch up and for a moment it seemed as though the chestnut filly was going to be the faster one with little encouragement from her jockey. However, the grey stallion settled into a graceful, almost floating stride as he suddenly upped his speed, pulling fuel from seemingly thin air. And then he was moving like a locomotive and was fighting the red filly for the lead position. This was all without encouragement from jockey Hobbs and then Hobbs encouraged the stallion and asked for more speed and Indian Night gave his all. The stallion lengthened his stride and pushed forward, upsetting Apache Sunrise who matched his stride, but it was too late. The stallion passed the marker before being slowed by his jockey and was turned back towards the gates at a lope eventually followed by an irritated Apache Sunrise.
APACHE SUNRISE jockeyed by Andy Hobbs
"Kim, you didn't."
The words of trainer John Murchison echoed down the barn aisle as he heard the angry snorting of four year old mare, Enrapture as she lunged her head over her stall door trying to take a bite out of a passing groom. "Tell me you didn't buy more horses from Ripley Marsh. You see how that nutty mare is already." John warned as he watched the mare as she flattened her ears against her skull. Kim was looking at a chestnut mare with a wide strip and even wider eyes watched everyone from her stall. "Hey, Enrapture just won the Belle Victoire Derby, she's not half bad." The trainer looked as though he wanted to say that wasn't the point, but the stable owner continued. "Let's not forget Roussong. He came in second in the Thoroughbred Charities of America, and you said yourself that you want to point him towards the Triple Crown." She stuck her tongue out at the trainer who could only groan.
The addition of three year old filly, Apache Sunrise and four year old stallion, Indian Sunrise would make the count of Battlebrook horses up to four. The horses were even stalled right next to each other on the same side of the racing barn. Although Enrapture would sooner try to put a hoof in another horse's head then play nice. "No more Battlebrook horses after these two. I mean that. Hell, Enrapture pinned the groom against the wall last week! You know he quit right? Jesus. Fine, don't look at me like that. I want to see how these horses run in person. McKinney! Hobbs! Come out to the track!" John was a man of pure business, but he did love horses even the ones who acted like murderers. "You know, I think it'd be good to cross Enrapture with the Augusto line. That foal would have a lot of spunk." John could only look at Kim as though she had grown a second head before shaking his own head and walking out towards the track.
Apache Sunrise was a bit like Sylvanite as a three year old in terms of her record and her dual surface preferences. She didn't have a bad attitude like Enrapture, but she most definitely had a mind of her own. When her handler tried to tack her up she was more focused on checking out what going on in the flower beds, and when she was being led to the track she insisted on moving forward as her jockey tried to get a leg up. Indian Night was just starting his four year old season and had yet to run for the year but he was a turf-lovin' horse through and through. The only other solely turf horses in KC Racing's string was two 2 year old horses that had yet to break their maidens.
Indian Night was a humble horse who acted like he was ten and gelded instead of four and uncut. He was quiet under saddle and rookie jockey Andy Hobbs didn't have a problem getting a leg up on the stallion. "At least they're not biting. Run 'em for nine furlongs. They should both match that pretty easily." John instructed the jockeys as the pair of horses were loaded up into the gates. "We should breed Mugs and Enrapture when they retire." Kim suggested as she leaned against the track fencing. John didn't even bat an eye. "Absolutely not." Nine times out of ten Kim didn't have a say in what horse was bred with who. Instead John would often have conference meetings with the stallion manager over at KCRS' breeding division, KC Stud. Kim mostly got a say in when to start which horse on the track, when to take them off and both she and John would discuss where to direct the horses in their career.
The gates buzzed upon and Indian Night surged forward first. Apache Sunrise seemed to have taken a misstep and Kim leaned over the track fencing thinking the filly had stumbled. The grey stallion had already gotten a head start once the filly regained her bearings and settled back into stride, her nose flaring as though she was pissed that she had fallen behind. From there Indian Night flew down the track, tearing up the turf and seemingly on his own but Apache Sunrise had not forgotten about him. The filly pushed on ahead, her head extending out as jockey Justin McKinney showed the crop once they had came down to the half stretch. Apache Sunrise didn't need any encouragement as she had already set her mind on surpassing the grey stallion.
Indian Night let her catch up and for a moment it seemed as though the chestnut filly was going to be the faster one with little encouragement from her jockey. However, the grey stallion settled into a graceful, almost floating stride as he suddenly upped his speed, pulling fuel from seemingly thin air. And then he was moving like a locomotive and was fighting the red filly for the lead position. This was all without encouragement from jockey Hobbs and then Hobbs encouraged the stallion and asked for more speed and Indian Night gave his all. The stallion lengthened his stride and pushed forward, upsetting Apache Sunrise who matched his stride, but it was too late. The stallion passed the marker before being slowed by his jockey and was turned back towards the gates at a lope eventually followed by an irritated Apache Sunrise.
