Statistically it shouldn't happen.
It all started with a phone call. A mate had looked through a tried horse sale, seen a lot that appealed and being 2 minutes away from the saleyards I took a trip to have a look for him. Going through the complex, I bumped into a vet I knew, asked him to come have a look and armed with an opinion and a look at the lot, got on the phone for the sobering truth.
There is no defying, the horse was fat, so fat I thought he was pregnant, which is impossible. But there was issues with his legs, not back, but front. He needed to be treated with kid gloves, get the weight off him without putting him under too much stress and I suggested finding out who had him before. He was 3 rising 4, no exposed form, this could be Takeover Target Mk II or an ambassador for canned pet food. This was half the fun, but I had done my job. I gave the info and left it at that, if he was going to be purchased, then that was for those with the money to decide.
Three hours later the phone rang and the news was, the horse was purchased, for just under 10K. I thought that was a little over the mark, but if someone else was bidding, they must of seen something or knew something I didn't. Regardless I organised the transport and the agistment until he went to his new home, friends made it cheap, but he was in good hands.
18 Months down the track, he has had 3 starts. Started favourite every run and placed every run. Honesty is a great quality in a horse, but the bookies had definitely got their fill. The trials an tribulations along the way have been wide and varied. No injuries thank god, but ownership shuffles, paperwork galore, emails, text messages and illness had all conspired against the horse running at his best, but that all changed from the first run this prep.
Missing work and having weather go against him, gave us the opportunity to participate in a paid barrier trial, a 1000m race that again he placed in, which topped him off for his next run. Which happened last Saturday.
Considering only roughly 25% of horses actually win a race in their career, the thought of standing on the edge of the life of a winning owner is one of the sweet thoughts in life. Having operated in the industry in many guises, the role of owner was completely new to me. I had bought horses for other people with success, worked with some of the biggest stables with great success, raised foals to sale ring with success, but had never plunged into ownership.
Nothing will beat that thrill of seeing him go past the line first. It got close, he didn't win by a space, but he won. In the book and the Saturday just gone, will forever live in the memory as a monumental day. However, if I wasn't listening to the radio when the horse ran, I wouldn't of known he was racing. Of course, I knew the horse was in and I knew the race was on, but what astonished me is the complete lack of service from the raceclub where he ran.
I am in another state, so I would never of had the chance to get to the races, yet I received nothing from Racing Queensland to say my horse was running at this track. Nothing from the club saying your horse is racing today, here is your free entry tickets, please bring 3 friends and enjoy the day. Nothing from the club congratulating me on the win, nothing from Racing QLD to say you are a winner, here is a link to your video or a photo of the presentation.
This is the level of service though the racing fraternity is providing the owners of the world? I got no word from any of the bookies I bet with saying if your an owner please bet with us on your horse. Nothing from Racing NSW saying, we see you have a horse racing today, here is a free ticket for you and a friend to come to our meeting instead.
The thing is, they have every single one of my details. Email, phone number and address as these are needed to register a horse. I am actually astonished that the race itself is even run. The one of my mates that did get the chance to go, had to pay to get in the gate, then go the raceday office, was given two members tickets, he had his g/f and dad with him and had to buy one more ticket for himself.
The sponsor, who wasn't a local business but a national company, had no-one there to present the sash, no one to talk the talk, just the rep from the club and a quick usher into the committee room, where they were served a couple of drinks and a sandwich, before being ushered out with 15 mins before the next race was run.
Now that may be the only race our horse ever wins. It didn't look like it, but he may break down tomorrow and have no athletic future. So as with so many other aspects of this industry, it has left me feeling pretty empty, even though the investment is much higher than return.
I find it amazing that this is my experience of winning the Melbourne Cup. It might not carry the name, the purse or the prestige, but I may of won the only race of my life, and I have got a rather nasty taste out of it.
smokin.......