The More Things Change

30 May 2010 1 comment

Although I don’t really follow what is happening in the racing world, even I am aware of certain events and debates. They percolate into common knowledge. There’s a race called the Kentucky Derby. It’s pretty popular. And a series of events called the Triple Crown? No one wins that anymore, but every year the winner of the Kentucky Derby is touted as a “serious” contender.

Even I, in my fog, know about the ongoing debate on the age at which Thoroughbreds are started. I know the arguments against it, and I know the defenses: look at history, they say. Horses used to race all the time as two-year-olds and go on to long and glorious careers. It isn’t the starting young; it’s the modern tracks. Or training. Or not racing them hard enough. Or we aren’t breeding sound enough horses.

On the last—surely you know what people say about Unbridled offspring? I figure if I do, everyone must. And you can browse through any sport-horse breeding forum to find people blithely reading pedigrees and talking about how X offspring are known for bad knees and Y offspring have brittle feet.

What I find interesting about all of this, aside from the fact that I’m aware of it, is that it is often debated as if these are modern concerned and in the Glory Days… I don’t know what people think about the Glory Days. Is there an assumption that historically people didn’t care about these issues? That they weren’t issues at all, because horses were inherently sounder and better managed?

At any rate, I was reading The English Turf by Charles Richardson this morning. It was written in 1901—over 100 years ago—and I found these quotes from the first chapter interesting:

It can hardly be denied that the average modern English racehorse is a poor creature. Nine out of ten of those which have been before the public of late have neither constitution nor stamina. Speed they certainly have, but there are far too many horses who cannot travel an inch farther than five or six furlongs, and many more who cannot get beyond a mile. These are not the sort of animals to maintain the supremacy of the English Turf, and their presence is accounted for by the fact that we have got into a bad groove, both as regards breeding and training, and also because we have had far too many short races and too many selling handicaps. [...] Many, perhaps a majority, of these sprinters that have been a natural product of the system are as unlike the typical racehorse as it is possible for them to be. High on the leg, too short from shoulder to quarters, narrow, split up, and light of bone. How many of this stamp of horse, and yet gifted with speed for a short course, do we not see in any race paddock nowadays? The question hardly requires an answer. These are not the right sort of horses, and the more of this stamp we continue to breed, the more we make room for the Americans and Colonials.

Unsoundness of limb has far more weight with most breeders than roaring has, and as a consequence a yearling who is unsound of limb is seldom seen at the sale ring, or in any lot which is sent to the trainer during the autumn. Yearlings with suspicious limbs, on the other hand, are common enough, but limb troubles do not as a rule develop until the horse which bears them has been broken and put to work. Then it is either a case of breakdown or of putting by until the limbs have become stronger. We need not, however, concern ourselves with this side of the question, for a good judge will hesitate long enough before he puts into training a youngster who is wrongly formed, or who shows a marked weakness in some part of his anatomy. A much more serious matter is the fact that the present fashion of putting thoroughbreds into training far too young breaks many of them down before they have a chance of distinguishing themselves. Dozens of likely-looking yearlings who bring big money when sold are never seen on a racecourse, and we may take it that a fair proportion of such have developed hereditary unsoundness when put to work. So far as the colts are concerned not much mischief is done, because only a very exceptionally bred horse can command any stud patronage if he has never run in public, and even then he must be loudly trumpeted as the victim of an “accident” in his yearling days. The fillies, however, are often put by for the stud, and thus the supply of unsound matrons is increased.

It is a curious reflection that at the shows held under the auspices of the “Hunters Improvement Society” no horse or mare is entitled to a prize until he or she has passed a veterinary examination, and yet there is no obstacle whatever to breeders of thoroughbreds using either an unsound sire or dam, or both in their attempt to raise a galloping machine.

There’s no real question or point here. I was just surprised to see that a 1901 book on racing would be touching on the same concerns that swirl around modern racing. It’s easy to scream “why hasn’t anything been done, then?”—but the truth is, I don’t know what, if anything, is being done.

It’s important to realize that what the casual racing fan “knows” is almost certainly not a reflection of debate and discussions occurring within the industry. And I’m not even a casual fan. But I do know how the media and popular opinion work—I know how it latches onto sensational stories and ignores anything that may counter the sensational nature of those stories. I know that once the public gets an idea in its head, nothing will shake it. I know statistics can be manipulated to support any position.

So while I know what popular opinion says about the modern racing industry, and I was surprised to see these criticisms reflected in a book 100 years old, the fact remains that I don’t know what the actual state of the modern racing industry is.

I’m trying to be optimistic here. I’m trying to hope that, after 100 years, we’re not making the same dumb decisions.

Filed: General Topics, Probably Horse Related, Books & Literature 1 comment

Vulcan Mind Meld

27 May 2010 3 comments

In preparation for next month’s schooling show, and because so far I have not found a test whose instructions include “Between A and the eighth time you pass A again [transition],” I thought I should work on transitions in tonight’s lesson. I am pretty sure they are supposed to happen in less time and space than it takes a VW bus to accelerate from 0 to eighty.

Since promptness in a transition isn’t much good without quality, we started by focusing on quality. Things started coming together. Not surprisingly, as they got better, they also became more prompt. Walk-trot. Trot-walk. Working-lengthened-working trot. And… canter.

Canter right went ok. Better than usual. Mini conference with my instructor. Reverse.

Right, I thought. And now we’ll…

The horse’s owner swears he canters when you just think about it. I swear he canters on the fourth attempt, and only to prove he’s capable and I’m an uncoordinated monkey.

But that transition was the Vulcan Mind Meld. I think it took three strides before I shut my mouth and my brain caught up with my body.

...canter. What? We’re already cantering? How… wha… I… connection! connection! Leg! Focus!

So now that we know what’s possible, the trick will be to work on getting that sort of quality consistently.

And, um, keeping my mouth closed when it happens. Otherwise, I can just see the judge’s comments on the test: “Try not to look shocked when things go right.”

Filed: Progress of Sorts, Training the Rider 3 comments

I Have No Taste

26 May 2010 2 comments

If I bought a small gray pony, I’d name him Shrink Wrap.

Just saying.

On the other hand, there was once a British Thoroughbred racehorse whose jockey wrote his name on his stall as “Potoooooooo.”

The owner had an awesome sense of humor and kept the spelling. You’re more likely to see it in its shortened form as—you guessed it—Pot8os.

Sorry. I had to share. It makes me laugh.

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The guys I work with do not understand logic

20 May 2010 3 comments

At work, we go out to lunch on Fridays.

Normally, this entails a lot of “not driving!” protests as we head out of the elevator. When they start protesting too loudly, I offer to drive. This shuts them all up and keys start appearing in their hands.

I might have forgotten about some dirty saddle pads in my car once, one of those weeks when we were having really hot weather. They, uh, might have had a very… pungent… lesson in what I mean by ‘barn car.’

They don’t ask me to drive anymore.

Recently, a couple of the guys have bought new cars or trucks. They are shiny and have that new car smell. I remember new car smell. Vaguely. It was back in the days when I still had floor mats instead of mud flats in the car.

I want.

I can justify it, too. If I am going to buy a horse, I should have a truck and trailer. That is the responsible thing to do. Never mind that I know people with trucks and trailers who I could count on in an emergency. I like big, shiny toys. In order to justify my desire to own big, shiny toys, I have convinced myself that I should buy a truck and trailer before I buy a horse.

So I tried to explain this to the guys:

Me: I think I’m going to buy a truck. A big truck. Shiny. With New Car Smell.

The Guys: Oh, to haul your horse.

Me: Right. But I couldn’t buy a horse until after the truck was paid off. [pause] And the trailer.

Guys: But you don’t have a trailer.

Me: Right. But I’d have a truck.

Guys: That could pull the horse and trailer you don’t own?

Me: Right!

Guys: If you don’t own a horse or trailer, why do you need a truck?

Me: Just in case.

Guys: In case what?

Me: Something happens to my horse.

Guys: What horse?

Me: Any horse!

In my defense, I was doing really well fighting off the big, shiny toy urge until the guys started buying new cars and trucks. Maybe I should just take my car into a detail place and have them clean it up and spray some new car smell in it. I could get my new car fix and there’s probably enough change mired in the mud pits that used to be my floor boards to pay for it.

Of course, I couldn’t tell the guys if I did that. They might start asking me to drive to lunch.

Filed: General Topics, Probably Horse Related 3 comments

Now with video

12 May 2010 0 comments

I am taking bets on how long I keep the photo and video section up. At some point I am going to come to my senses and realize anonymity was much better, but until then I’m trying something new.

And that includes some video clips from this weekend’s lesson.

Please keep in mind that I don’t own any of the horses I ride and, while the owners are aware that I am posting video, they didn’t sign up to have their horses critiqued to pieces.

You can say anything you like about my riding, though. I have a graduate degree in creative writing. Trust me—there is nothing you can say that would be more brutal than a graduate-level creative writing seminar.

If I don’t chicken out and can keep conning unsuspecting passers-by to hold the video camera, hopefully I’ll keep adding video on a regular basis.

Maybe I’ll even buy a decent video camera.

Filed: General Topics, System Administration 0 comments

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