Blacktyde Classic

Registration Number - 6

Race  - Blacktyde Classic

Horse Name & ref - WBS Thunder Rolls 

Riders Name - Harlan Givens in place of Colton Jones

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Previous show experience -
1st Place - $30,000 - WBS Never-Ending Little Shows *NEW CLASSES
3rd Place - $660 - November Meet Race Results
3rd Place - $21,600 - Fall II Series Results : J.C. Int'l. Races

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Story:

It was the start of a new season for Roller, and though she had only been out three times in her three year old season she had not disappointed anyone at Fox Harbor. The filly had been slow to mature but once she'd gotten "rolling" she had not stopped. Never placing off the board to date she was improving with every out, and today Waylon had hoped that she'd continue to improve under Colton's guidance, but her normal jockey was sick and Waylon had to make the decision to leave him at home. So, mounted up on Roller's back today was Harley. He was still a little inexperienced but he'd done well so far with his other mounts, so Waylon had faith that his teenage son could handle Roller and this race.

Roller was becoming easy to train, intelligent and watchful she was just now getting the confidence to run and work without Striker by her side. Which was good because the young colt wasn't as ready as his stablemate was, and needed more time before he was really tossed into races like she was. But right now Waylon's mind was on two things, Harley and Roller. He could see them loading up in the gate from his seat in the stands, and as was his custom he took a deep breath and rolled the program between his hands.

Harley was doing some moving around in the gate and it was making Waylon nervous, he still wasn't used to seeing his son do this but he knew he had to let his nerves go. Especially when he heard the faintness of the bell and then watched as the pack of horses broke free from the gate. Roller got off well, and he watched as Harley knuckled down and eased her towards the rail. So far so good, Waylon thought, and he would continue to watch with his nerves in his throat and his hopes for Fox Harbor running high.