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Originally Posted by 27offsuit
I have a good one. I was at the track one day hanging at the bar with Dad. I was probably 10-11. I would go down to the rail, then up to the bar in the grandstand, then down, then up, etc. One time when I was down on the rail, I ran into his friend Joanne(who would become his wife), who was a trainer at the time.
She says to me "Tell your father to bet #5 in the next race." I go back up to the bar and the race goes off and I am 10 and dumb. 5 obviously wins and I say "Oh man, I totally forgot, Joanne told me to tell you to bet on 5 this race.
He does what can only be described as the bert-stare.gif before it even existed, because obviously the 5 horse was like a 40-1 shot.
threeflight,
Pops was Foxboro Raceway, which used to be next door to Foxboro Stadium.
Good one! Great story.
I have many stories I could tell. From really happy ones to ones where we had to put horses down right in front of me after snapping an ankle or worse yet a femur. My horses were like my kids so I always couldn't stand to see them suffer.
In fact my screen avi name here is an old race horse I owned.
One good one I have is I claimed (bought via a race) a horse who was a roan color. Which is unusual in race horses as most are bay/brown/black. So this horse is a reddish grey color and I claim him, ship him home with my truck and trailer, and all is fine.
The next week I put him into race at Sports CreeK in Swartz Creek Mi and I ship him there in my trailer with another guys horse who was at our farm. Well my horse did not like the other horse because the entire way to the race track the trailer is rocking and rolling. We can feel it in the truck as we are driving down the road.
So we get to the track, and I go to unload my horse and there is blood everywhere. I mean my horse has cuts all over him. Blood all over him. Pools of it on the floor of the trailer. The horses are in a separate area in the trailer, but they can sense each other and he had banged around against the walls of the trailer so much that he completely annihilated himself. Well when you get to the track you have to walk by the state vet and get checked in AND he was on lasix so the state vet has to give him his lasix shot as well.
So before I did that I had to go find a water hose, spray him off, and remember this is a greyish color horse so blood shows up easily, and then put a shipping blanket on him and walk him by the state vet. I mean he had cuts everywhere, from his ankles and hocks to his neck and butt, but he didn't seem bothered or lame and they seems very superficial.
Then of course I have about 4 hours before he races where I have to get him ready, warm him up, everyone can see him, etc.
So I constantly have to keep wiping him down where he is slightly bleeding. Meanwhile I am thinking he is going to race horribly. I was one of the more well known trainers at the time in MI and everyone liked to bet the horses I race first time under my stable. So he goes off 1-5 or 2-5 and the whole time I am thinking this horse is going to finish up the track.
Anyway, he wins...easily, sets a new lifetime mark, and in the winners circle picture, which I still have, you can see blood marks all over him like he had been shot with a paint ball gun lol.
He was totally fine, and as we horseman say the blood was a long way from the heart, but I will never forget that. And needless to say I never shipped him with another horse again haha.
Last edited by Threeflight; 10-21-2020 at 12:52 AM.