Crosshill Pacers
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Last October I drove up to York to a Standardbred sale with my best mate. Neither of us were buying, although we'd marked our catalogues for a few that had taken our fancy. Nothing caught my eye in the ring, but after the sale my friend took me to see the dam of her 2yo filly that had won the Breeders Crown earlier in the season.
The mare belonged to a friend of her parents, and he had a field of 15 mares all with foals at foot. The minute we rocked up, all the foals bar one scattered to find their mothers (obviously we looked like predators!). The one foal who didn't seem remotely bothered by us sauntered up to me and started sniffing around. My friend wandered off to find the mare she was looking for and I stayed with the young fella, who was letting me stroke his face and behind his ears, all the way down his neck and over his back. When my friend came back she picked up his front feet while I stood by his head, then picked up his back feet too. He was such a gentleman! He then followed me around quietly while my friend showed me who all the mares were. I had actually fallen in love. Before we left my friend took some photos of me and 'Frank' as I'd called him
I've been waiting for the owner to send in his paperwork to register the foals and yesterday I found out the foal's name and pedigree. He is literally bred to the hilt. At first I thought that was great, and it made sense because he was quite a proud chap, the breeding sort of matched his personality. But then I realised that come the sale in October, he's going to be the one that everyone wants. I had sort of convinced myself that if I put some money aside, perhaps I could buy him and OH could break and train him for me. I told OH about the feeling I'd got from him in the field and last night he said that if he likes the look of him as well, that he'll bid to a certain amount for him as he loves his breeding.
Now I don't know if I can physically wait until October! It's not like me to wish away the summer, because I'm excited about racing starting again, but I want to see my Frank again! Someone give me a shake and tell me patience is a virtue!
The mare belonged to a friend of her parents, and he had a field of 15 mares all with foals at foot. The minute we rocked up, all the foals bar one scattered to find their mothers (obviously we looked like predators!). The one foal who didn't seem remotely bothered by us sauntered up to me and started sniffing around. My friend wandered off to find the mare she was looking for and I stayed with the young fella, who was letting me stroke his face and behind his ears, all the way down his neck and over his back. When my friend came back she picked up his front feet while I stood by his head, then picked up his back feet too. He was such a gentleman! He then followed me around quietly while my friend showed me who all the mares were. I had actually fallen in love. Before we left my friend took some photos of me and 'Frank' as I'd called him
I've been waiting for the owner to send in his paperwork to register the foals and yesterday I found out the foal's name and pedigree. He is literally bred to the hilt. At first I thought that was great, and it made sense because he was quite a proud chap, the breeding sort of matched his personality. But then I realised that come the sale in October, he's going to be the one that everyone wants. I had sort of convinced myself that if I put some money aside, perhaps I could buy him and OH could break and train him for me. I told OH about the feeling I'd got from him in the field and last night he said that if he likes the look of him as well, that he'll bid to a certain amount for him as he loves his breeding.
Now I don't know if I can physically wait until October! It's not like me to wish away the summer, because I'm excited about racing starting again, but I want to see my Frank again! Someone give me a shake and tell me patience is a virtue!