Two years ago I bought a little colt from friends. It wasn’t planned, I needed a companion for another foal of mine on a short notice. I was abroad, it was december, I wasn’t exactly spoiled for choice when it came to suitable foals, I liked. I rang my friends knowing they didn’t want to sell, but I had liked the little Muck when I had seen him and honestly at this point I was ready to beg…Lucky for me they agreed to sell and Muck moved to northern Germany, where I kept my youngstock at the time. He was shy around people, bossy with his mates, all in all a normal young colt. Of course every once in a while I watched him move, I always liked what I saw. But well I owned him so that was to be expected, right?
This year, in February it was time to take stock, stallion preperation is though for the horses. I was only willing to gamble if there was a chance it could pay off.
First Muck was measured: Like his nickname suggests, was still on the small side but he could still grow enough util the Pre-Selection in October .
Next x-rays: A jittery day waiting by the phone. The x-rays were good.
Still I wasn’t convinced Muck was good enough. A good horse and a genuine stallion-prospect are two different things, after all. Neither was my good friend and stud owner who had agreed to prepare Muck for me, but we decided to give him time. Muck was still developing after all. He did, by August Muck had grown into a proper colt. Everyone at stud seems sure he has a good chance of making it to Vechta. As for myself?
Tonight, on the eve before the pre-selection, am still sceptical, a glace at the catalogue is enough to know how fierce to competition will be. This is my first warmblood stallion-prospect, I am a very small fish in this game. No matter what happens, in Vechta tomorrow, I am very proud of the horse litte Muck has grown into.
By the way Muck or Muckel is german slang for a small animal or person, just to clear that up.
Of course I keep you posted how everything turns out
Keep your fingers crossed for us
lots of love