Oh, a WONDERFUL related topic: Stories about what happened when we tried various baby greenies – both the keepers and the, ahem, rejects.
I’ll go first. 
One time I was trying a horse of Dan Lenahan’s. I did not like it at all and, as I got off, I was trying to find a polite way to tell Mr. Lenahan that I was not interested. I said, “Mr. Lenahan, I am looking for another ‘Valor’, and I don’t think this horse is it.” Mr. Lenahan looked at me and said, “Pam, when Valor was 3, HE wasn’t Valor…” That shut me right up and made me realize that I had to look at the babies with an entirely different set of eyes. She says, holding thumbs and forefingers up to form a box, like movie directors do when framing a scene. Mentally adding muscle, 300 lbs, 2" in height and 4" in width and a brain
My other story also took place in Southern Pines in the 80’s. I was at Patty Heuckeroths trying a 3 year old. The trot did not go well, but I bravely asked for a canter. We took off at warp speed, faster and faster around the ring we went. On about our third circuit, the horse added in bucking, and I realized that the situation was going downhill. So I cut through the center, trying to bounce him off jump standards to slow him down. This worked (briefly) and I decided to bail out. But the synapes sending the signal from brain to body were slow and I did not actually fling myself off this frantic runaway until we reached the [freshly whitewashed] rail.
The entire time I owned that ski parka, I had a broad white stripe across the back from when I slammed into the rail of that ring a Mach 5 while bailing out from that horse. Did not buy that sucker. But you guys probably guessed that, didn’t you? 
[This message was edited by Lord Helpus on Oct. 05, 2001 at 09:21 PM.]
