Chapters (92)
- KICK THE LATCH
- ONE
- SOLID PLASTER
- THE OLD MAN
- IT WASN’T HIS FAULT
- MILK BONES
- BICYCLE JENNY
- TWO
- THE JOCKEY
- THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE
- BANG!
- I HAD MY SPILLS
- MY PAINT HORSE
- KIND OF FUNNY, A REAL CLOWN, AN ORNERY SON OF A BUCK
- THREE
- A LITTLE WIND-UP CLOCK
- SHORT-IRON
- DIRT TRACK, FLAT LAND, RAMSHACKLE BACKSTRETCH
- I WOULDN’T BARELY BREAK
- NOTHING NICE
- KEY TO THE QUARTER POLE
- GALLON OF BLOOD
- NUTS AND BOLTS
- BIG OLD HOLE
- I SEEN HIM EVERY DAY
- FOUR
- PICKLED BOILED EGGS
- THANKSGIVING
- ENOUGH
- CALL YOUR OWNERS, CALL HOME
- HAMBURGERS
- OUR PERSONAL ATTITUDES
- FIVE
- I OUTGREW THE POSITION
- THEY GET CHILLY
- THIS JOCK PACKS, THAT JOCK PACKS
- GRANDSTANDING
- BLACK SHOE POLISH
- SIX
- EVERYTHING MYSELF
- WASHED, BATHED, GOOD CARE
- YOU CHECK IT, YOU SHAKE IT
- A THOUSAND POUNDS OF PRESSURE
- WE’RE HUNGRY!
- STRAIGHT OFF THE GOAT
- SEVEN
- I KNOW WHAT I KNOW
- THEY GET THEIR HEADS JERKED OFF
- I THINK YOU’LL BE SAD
- BOBBLE, BOBBLE
- YOU CAN’T BLAME A MAN
- THIS HORSE, THIS RACE
- EIGHT
- RACETRACKERS
- FANCY SUITS, FANCY BOOTS
- PAUPER’S HILL
- THE OLD LADY
- JAKE THE PRINCE
- C’MON, CHARLIE!
- THE BIG DRINK
- WHERE’S THORBY?
- MIRACLE PERSON
- HE WAS LIVING HIGH
- I DIDN’T WANT NO DRAMA
- NINE
- THE RODEO STUNT
- HUNTERS AND JUMPERS
- TEN
- I WAS GIVEN A CHOICE
- THEY’D RATHER HAVE THE PISS
- STOP MY WORLD, LADY!
- STUPID CAMERAS, BIG LIGHTS
- GRAB THAT THING
- MILLIONS
- IT WAS HARD LIVING
- I TRIED TO BE A NORMAL PERSON
- THE HORSE TAUGHT ME ABOUT LIFE
- ELEVEN
- MISTER BAKER
- THIS SUCKER
- WITH THE MEN
- LA VEDETTE
- HER BLACK MOUSTACHE
- BLONDE, CUTE, BIG DIMPLES
- TWELVE
- ONAKONA
- BAD WEATHER OR NOT
- IT AIN’T LIKE A CAT
- PERENNIALS
- REMEMBER THIS?
- A PARTICULAR LANGUAGE
- AFTERWORD
Stall weavers can’t keep weight on because of their nervous high metabolism, but you can put some water in a plastic milk jug and hang it up for them to bang on. They’ll stand in front of their webbing and mess with that jug all day.
If a jug don’t work you get them a goat or miniature pony — little mascots to keep them happy. The mascot lives in the stall with the horse and calms him right down.
A THOUSAND POUNDS OF PRESSURE
Galloping, a horse spends a lot of his time suspended in the air — flying, really — or on one foot. When a foot lands, there’s a thousand pounds of pressure held up by that one thin leg, that little hoof the size of a handheld ashtray.
If a hoof breaks and you need to grow it out, you put Reducine on a toothbrush and rub, rub, rub it on the coronet band. It stimulates blood flow and pretty soon that band will swell. To keep the sole soft for growth, you stir up Bowie Clay with water, salt and vinegar in a bucket like a mud pie, then cut circles from heavy paper feed sacks and splat — you plop the mud on and pack the paper to the bottom of the hoof.
Before you shoe them, you x-ray each foot to see where those coffin bones lie. Some horses are low in the heel so they’ll get wedges or mud nails or caulks or blocks. If they’ve got a long stride, they might overreach and grab their quarters and take a chunk out of their coronet. Then they’re gouging blood all over.
A good trainer will go out and walk the track to check the surface before a race. It might be rubberized Tartan or it might be turf. Some dirt tracks have more sand, others have more clay. Track staff harrow after each race — you see them out there dragging. There shouldn’t be no rocks. The surface has got to be smooth.
WE’RE HUNGRY!
On shipping day you haul the horses in a big trailer and when you arrive at the next track, you have to set up their stalls and get them taken care of right away. The horses can taste the difference in water from track to track, but if you put Coca-Cola in it — just a little, to sweeten it up — they’ll be more tempted to drink. Then of course you have to wean them off the Coca-Cola because if they test positive for caffeine you’ll be ruled out.
They get knocked off their feed easy, too. They get tired, they feel ill. They see that big tub of food and say, This is too much — I can’t even look at it. They shit in their feed tub to send you the message.