Post by Carson on Oct 5, 2005 23:43:16 GMT -5
Call Name: Carson
Show Name: Carson (that's his racing name too)
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Sex: Gelding
Style: Racing and steeplechasing. He raced both turf and track and did much better on the turf, so his owner decided to have him try steeplechasing as well.
Appearance: Carson has rich bay coloring. The only white he has on him is the white star on his forehead. He looks as if he was built for racing, long and lean. His bulging muscles indicate the intense training he has been in for his racing and steeplechasing career. He is around 16.2 hh.
Temperment: Carson is very active. He loves to run and truly enjoys racing. He is a little fiesty in the barn, but never agressive. Once he is tacked up he becomes jumpy, anxious to run. He hates being in a stall, he would much rather be left out in the paddock. He is a very social horse, always nosing whoever he's around. Sometimes he has a mind of his own when people are riding him, but that merely adds to his charm.
History: Carson was bred to race, his mother and father were both relitavley successful in their racing careers and when he was born Jim (his old owner) had high hopes for the fiesty colt. He was easy to break and took to racing straight away. To Jim it seemed that this colt was born to race. Carson was very successful in his turf career, winning many two year old races, but when he raced on the track he seemed almost disinterested so Jim decided to try steeplechasing with him. That is where Carson truly excelled, running his heart out every time. His jockeys were always amazed, often commenting about how much heart he had. Unfortionatley, just as his career was getting rolling, Jim had to leave very suddenly to take care of his father, leaving behind all of his horses so he is now up for auction.
Example Post: Carson stepped gingerly up the ramp, seeming unsure of the trailer. As the boy flipped the back up he threw his head up, snorting. Wildly looking for a way out Carson swung his head left, then right, then left again. Bouncing back and forth between the walls he let out a shrill whinny, looking for anyone he knew. Then he felt the ground move under his feet and shifted sideways, relaxing into the familiar routine.
(I hope that's ok, I've never done this before)
Show Name: Carson (that's his racing name too)
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 5
Sex: Gelding
Style: Racing and steeplechasing. He raced both turf and track and did much better on the turf, so his owner decided to have him try steeplechasing as well.
Appearance: Carson has rich bay coloring. The only white he has on him is the white star on his forehead. He looks as if he was built for racing, long and lean. His bulging muscles indicate the intense training he has been in for his racing and steeplechasing career. He is around 16.2 hh.
Temperment: Carson is very active. He loves to run and truly enjoys racing. He is a little fiesty in the barn, but never agressive. Once he is tacked up he becomes jumpy, anxious to run. He hates being in a stall, he would much rather be left out in the paddock. He is a very social horse, always nosing whoever he's around. Sometimes he has a mind of his own when people are riding him, but that merely adds to his charm.
History: Carson was bred to race, his mother and father were both relitavley successful in their racing careers and when he was born Jim (his old owner) had high hopes for the fiesty colt. He was easy to break and took to racing straight away. To Jim it seemed that this colt was born to race. Carson was very successful in his turf career, winning many two year old races, but when he raced on the track he seemed almost disinterested so Jim decided to try steeplechasing with him. That is where Carson truly excelled, running his heart out every time. His jockeys were always amazed, often commenting about how much heart he had. Unfortionatley, just as his career was getting rolling, Jim had to leave very suddenly to take care of his father, leaving behind all of his horses so he is now up for auction.
Example Post: Carson stepped gingerly up the ramp, seeming unsure of the trailer. As the boy flipped the back up he threw his head up, snorting. Wildly looking for a way out Carson swung his head left, then right, then left again. Bouncing back and forth between the walls he let out a shrill whinny, looking for anyone he knew. Then he felt the ground move under his feet and shifted sideways, relaxing into the familiar routine.
(I hope that's ok, I've never done this before)