Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2011 7:06:39 GMT -5
The colt was new to the stables, recently purchased at an economy sale, and it meant that there was a lot of work to be done with him. After all, they had to get him used to his new environment and they had to get to know him as well. It was no good trying to understand a horse you didn't know, after all, and they wanted to be able to help him in all ways, shapes and forms. Especially when it came to getting him to the next level and keeping him healthy.
At three years old, Sam was a healthy colt though not the most typical thoroughbred around. Certainly, he was mature beyond his years. When it came to handling him he was docile and easy, he welcomed the attentions and affections of others and as such he was a sweet boy. Most, however, would look at him and not expect much - he was not exactly the image of the hot-headed champion that most held - but Silver Stride Stables felt the colt had hope, given a chance.
Jacob Donovan had been put in charge of riding the bay colt who was being trained by Matthias Lanning. Certainly, the stable consisted of a number of inexperienced staff but they all had their hearts in the right place and their eye set on the goal. For now, Jacob would focus on the bay colt and on getting him ready to shine like the star they were all sure he was.
When the 5'1, red-haired jockey reached the stable Sam was already tacked up, waiting for his workout. He had called ahead, let Matt know he was on the way in, and so he could get to work straight away. He walked across to the thoroughbred and ran his hand over his nose, fingers gracing the white star upon the creature's head. Sam nuzzled Jacob in return and Jacob took hold of the reins from one of the grooms and started to lead the colt toward the track.
They did not move quickly, Jacob concerned with caring for the bay colt and getting to know him. Instead, the colt was allowed to move at his own pace and take in the new sights and smells around him. It seemed like he was taking it all in his stride, and this fact caused Jacob to smile slightly. Perhaps Sam was just the boost that the stable needed, and perhaps the stable was what Sam needed. Due to the small number of horses they owned, each was given a great amount of time and attention.
As they reached the turf track the colt seemed to brighten up. He picked up his pace and seemed determined to get started. Looking at the horse, Jacob was sure he could see starts in those brown eyes and that in itself was nice to see. This horse loved the track, it did not spook him at all, and now all they had to do was see how he ran. They had already seen the colt lunged but with a jockey on a horses back came a whole new experience. Would the colt settle, or would he perhaps be difficult?
Taking a handful of black mane, Jacob mounted the 16.2hh thoroughbred who tossed his head slightly and pushed him forward into a walk. The colt reacted eagerly, and soon he was gated. A quick conversation passed between Jacob and Matt and then Matt released the gates. Sam flew from the gates but waited for direction from Jacob. With each signal, the colt reacted as was expected with an eagerness which was nice to see. They were running a mile today, so the pace was slower than it might have been but Sam's long stride meant that the ground passed quickly. Rounding the final corner, Jacob let the whip crack against the horse's flank and the colt surged forwards, fighting until they passed the post. It had been a good workout, and boded well for the future.
At three years old, Sam was a healthy colt though not the most typical thoroughbred around. Certainly, he was mature beyond his years. When it came to handling him he was docile and easy, he welcomed the attentions and affections of others and as such he was a sweet boy. Most, however, would look at him and not expect much - he was not exactly the image of the hot-headed champion that most held - but Silver Stride Stables felt the colt had hope, given a chance.
Jacob Donovan had been put in charge of riding the bay colt who was being trained by Matthias Lanning. Certainly, the stable consisted of a number of inexperienced staff but they all had their hearts in the right place and their eye set on the goal. For now, Jacob would focus on the bay colt and on getting him ready to shine like the star they were all sure he was.
When the 5'1, red-haired jockey reached the stable Sam was already tacked up, waiting for his workout. He had called ahead, let Matt know he was on the way in, and so he could get to work straight away. He walked across to the thoroughbred and ran his hand over his nose, fingers gracing the white star upon the creature's head. Sam nuzzled Jacob in return and Jacob took hold of the reins from one of the grooms and started to lead the colt toward the track.
They did not move quickly, Jacob concerned with caring for the bay colt and getting to know him. Instead, the colt was allowed to move at his own pace and take in the new sights and smells around him. It seemed like he was taking it all in his stride, and this fact caused Jacob to smile slightly. Perhaps Sam was just the boost that the stable needed, and perhaps the stable was what Sam needed. Due to the small number of horses they owned, each was given a great amount of time and attention.
As they reached the turf track the colt seemed to brighten up. He picked up his pace and seemed determined to get started. Looking at the horse, Jacob was sure he could see starts in those brown eyes and that in itself was nice to see. This horse loved the track, it did not spook him at all, and now all they had to do was see how he ran. They had already seen the colt lunged but with a jockey on a horses back came a whole new experience. Would the colt settle, or would he perhaps be difficult?
Taking a handful of black mane, Jacob mounted the 16.2hh thoroughbred who tossed his head slightly and pushed him forward into a walk. The colt reacted eagerly, and soon he was gated. A quick conversation passed between Jacob and Matt and then Matt released the gates. Sam flew from the gates but waited for direction from Jacob. With each signal, the colt reacted as was expected with an eagerness which was nice to see. They were running a mile today, so the pace was slower than it might have been but Sam's long stride meant that the ground passed quickly. Rounding the final corner, Jacob let the whip crack against the horse's flank and the colt surged forwards, fighting until they passed the post. It had been a good workout, and boded well for the future.