Post by Kaylin on Jul 22, 2009 23:28:45 GMT -5
I can fill your hoof prints
Matt rubbed the colts shoulder. Hiya Streak. He said softly. Streak was a bay two year old colt, by Impassioned Wind, out of Wild Streak. Impassioned Wind was a amazing Grade 1 racehorse, winning most, if not all but a few of his races. He was known around the world, and got HOTY too. Streaks dam, Wild Streak, was a grade 1 racehorse, but wasn't much of a racehorse. Raced long enough to get to grade 1, and won a few big races.
The colt pranced as Matt was legged up into the saddle. He nodded a thank you to Bell and urged the colt forward into a trot. We trotted about half the track, doing some figure eights here and there, making sure he was all ready to do a steady gallop. His first race was coming up and I was sure he would do good. Matt didn't want to over work him, or work him to much to where he would pull a muscle.
Ready Streak? He whispered in his ear. Matt urged the colt into a gallop. He was just going to do a light gallop four furlongs. The colt bolted forward like a rocket to the moon. Woah Matt said tugging back on the reins. So down boy He said, still pulling on the reins.
Finally he slowed to a very steady, slow gallop. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three. His ears fulled with the nose of Streak's hooves on the turf. As we came up to the five furlong marker I pulled the colt up to a trot. I sat in the saddle, and patted his shoulder affectionately. I had a feeling he would do great in his maiden race. You did good Streak Matt said softly, leading him off the track.