Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2013 5:16:40 GMT -5
FURIOUS BY NATURE
RIDDEN BY OLIVER RAMSEY
Oliver Ramsey, brand new stable owner, young trainer, and experienced jockey, lead the giant two year old colt out of his stall. Oliver was twenty one years old; young for a Thoroughbred trainer and owner but he had a lot of experience under his belt. He had been riding as a jockey ever since he was ten and almost lived on the backside for his whole life. A few months ago, he took the opportunity to buy Triple Krown Racing and make it his own, Homestretch Racing. This would be the first time he would be training any of the horses that resided in the stable.
Oliver couldn't deny that he was excited about the two year olds and yearlings that came with the stable. They all had fabulous pedigrees with tons of potential. His favorite horse right away though was the fiery two year old named Furious By Nature. He had dominated the prospect races with good reason. His sire, The Natural, had been a prominent racehorse and so far, a brilliant sire. He has sired two hall of famers, turf super star, Wildly Natural and dual super mare, Born To Soar. Both have won at least two Breeder's Cup titles. That's just his sire, though. His dam was also a hall of famer and has also foaled Triple Crown champion, Furious Passion, super star, Vindictive Fury, and rising star, Ventura. His pedigree was enough to give Oliver hope for a Triple Crown prospect and hopefully Breeder's Cup Classic prospect. Furious has the lines for both a dirt and turf champion.
The young trainer couldn't wait to get started with this colt's career. As he walked him down the shed row, the bay colt struck out several times. He was definitely feeling good today. Oliver lead him to a tying post and went to go grab all of the colt's tack. As Oliver had thrown the saddle and saddle pad on, he heard the sound of running footsteps through the stable. He didn't look at the owner of the sound but he spoke, knowing who it was, "Your late... again." Oliver shook his head, while attempting to tighten the colt's girth. He was having trouble because the giant bay kept trying to back up and break the lead rope that held him to the post. A breathless voice came from the teenage boy who was around fifteen years old, "Sorry... I got held up." Oliver looked up at him and frowned, "By held up, do you mean slept in?" The boy looked down and bit his lip; the two looked almost identical except for the age difference. Oliver sighed, "I can't keep sticking up for you because your my brother. You've got to learn to get here when I say you get here, Michael." Michael went up to the colt and attempted to calm him. With his help, Oliver finally got the girth tightened up.
"I want you to time us and tell me what you think of his movement," Oliver looked over at Michael, expecting an answer. After a moment of confused silence, Michael shrugged, raising a brow, "Yes, sir?" Oliver sighed and shook his head, trying to hold back a smile, as he put his helmet on and got ready to mount up. With a boost from Michael he jumped on the 17hh two year old and Michael lead them out to the track. Furious was very curious, but also intent with his surroundings. His large, amber eyes watched the horses that were running around the oval. Some were working, others were breezing and some were just galloping. As a pair of working couple sped past in front of them, Furious attempted to rear, excitedly. Oliver brought him down after a moment of confusion, "Whoa!" Oliver looked to Michael and nodded, before letting Furious prance forward.
Even though he wasn't next to a lead pony, the bay colt pranced to the side with his head collected as if trying to intimidate any of the horses nearby. Oliver chuckled at his behavior and gave Furious a notch of rein. He went into a sweeping trot, eagerly. Oliver was planning to breeze him four furlongs on the grass; nothing too heavy for the young, maturing colt. Each second, the colt grew more anxious to run. He wanted to bolt after every single horse that passed him but Oliver kept a tight hold on his mouth. This led Furious to toss his head endlessly but at least he wasn't taking off. "Don't worry... you'll get your chance in a moment." Furious struck out. He didn't care about moments. All he cared about was right this minute. Oliver stroked his muscular neck before letting him canter to the 1/2 pole where the breeze would begin.
Furious' head was tucked into his chest as he cantered as fast he could to the starting point. Oliver took a deep breath at the 5/8 pole, preparing for the breeze. As soon as they passed the 1/2 pole, Oliver let him have enough rein for a free head and was automatically catapulted off balance. Furious charged with sweeping strides down the backstretch. His head pounded against the bit with every lightning stride. His mouth asking for more and more. Oliver was giving him everything he wanted to give him without the colt straining himself at the beginning of the breeze though. Furious dug in and tried to run after every horse that was near the rail. It was as if he knew he was born to run down and hunt any horse in front of him. Oliver noticed that the colt wasn't concerned with anyone who stood near the rail that he passed or the horses standing on the outside rail. No, all he cared about was what was in front of him. That was something that he really liked about this horse. Another thing was that his strides were so effortless. Usually, all the big horses he rode took a while to get into stride, while Furious just kicked into gear right off the bat.
They entered the homestretch and Oliver decided to just give the colt a little more rein so he knew this was the place he was supposed to use it all. Furious took this opportunity in hand and ran with it. He charged down the stretch forgetting about everything but racing his own shadow to the finish wire. He pinned his ears back and flung his huge legs out, causing for a giant stride. Oliver still felt like it was all effortless though. He stroked the colt's neck right as they crossed the wire and stood in the irons smiling and patting Furious' neck.
Finally Oliver pulled the colt up and trotted him back to Michael. "How'd he look and how'd he do?" Michael opened his mouth and spoke in an obvious voice, "You don't know how he did?" Oliver rolled his eyes, "You know what I mean, Mike. How'd we do?" Michael shrugged, "Just about perfect if you ask me. Maybe a bit better. He's got some stride on him." Oliver nodded and smiled, "Good. That's what I wanted to know." Michael hesitated, "Is... Is he ready for the real thing?" Oliver grinned, "Ready as he'll ever be for his career debut."
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