Post by larkeh; on Feb 11, 2008 21:46:20 GMT -5
Name: Nathanial Flynn
Age: Twenty
Do you have any experience?: Yes
If so, what?: Two years of training for Mark Martin. Trained FlightSpeed, who placed second in last year's Kentucky Derby.
Job applying for: Flat Racing Trainer
Why Should we hire you?: I have been working with racers for nearly ten years alongside my father, Norman Flynn. I'm a hard worker and I strive toward excellence with all horses I train.
Character's education: High School Diploma and a few hours of College credit.
Sample Post: (Technically written for an eventer, but whatever.) Nora split off from Noah once they'd reached the barn, him moving off to tack up Sam and her toward Glory. "Hey pretty girl," she murmured as she slipped into the stall with the filly, who had lost all of her once black coat and was now a softer hue of grey. The filly bumped Nora's shoulder with a nicker and followed after her at a swingy walk. Nora cross-tied the grey next to Noah's gelding, leaving her for a moment to slip into the tack room and grab her blanket, grinning at Noah who was grabbing Sam's tack. She slipped the navy blue blanket over her back, thankful the filly was still a bit on the shorter side at only 15:2 hands.
She unclipped her and headed outside, not really wanting to be out in the cold, but they didn't have a heated round pen so this would have to do. Obviously no one had used it since she had last as the couple of little jumps were still set up around the edges of the pen. Nora replaced the shorter lead line with a blue nylon lunge line and then nudged the horse out a bit away from where she stood in the center of the arena, getting her moving at a working trot in an even ten meter circle.
The filly's breath came out in white puffs as her hooves covered the frozen dirt beneath them. Nora gave her more line and once she was out in a wider circle she asked her up into a canter. The filly moved at a nicely collected canter, kicking up her heels for a minute just to test Nora's attention. Nora tugged the rope a bit, telling her to stop her silliness and after a few more minutes of warming her up asked for a stop. During the months of work she'd put into the grey her transitions had become subtle and she was starting to look like her strength may be in dressage. Her quick halt and square legs were proof of that.
Age: Twenty
Do you have any experience?: Yes
If so, what?: Two years of training for Mark Martin. Trained FlightSpeed, who placed second in last year's Kentucky Derby.
Job applying for: Flat Racing Trainer
Why Should we hire you?: I have been working with racers for nearly ten years alongside my father, Norman Flynn. I'm a hard worker and I strive toward excellence with all horses I train.
Character's education: High School Diploma and a few hours of College credit.
Sample Post: (Technically written for an eventer, but whatever.) Nora split off from Noah once they'd reached the barn, him moving off to tack up Sam and her toward Glory. "Hey pretty girl," she murmured as she slipped into the stall with the filly, who had lost all of her once black coat and was now a softer hue of grey. The filly bumped Nora's shoulder with a nicker and followed after her at a swingy walk. Nora cross-tied the grey next to Noah's gelding, leaving her for a moment to slip into the tack room and grab her blanket, grinning at Noah who was grabbing Sam's tack. She slipped the navy blue blanket over her back, thankful the filly was still a bit on the shorter side at only 15:2 hands.
She unclipped her and headed outside, not really wanting to be out in the cold, but they didn't have a heated round pen so this would have to do. Obviously no one had used it since she had last as the couple of little jumps were still set up around the edges of the pen. Nora replaced the shorter lead line with a blue nylon lunge line and then nudged the horse out a bit away from where she stood in the center of the arena, getting her moving at a working trot in an even ten meter circle.
The filly's breath came out in white puffs as her hooves covered the frozen dirt beneath them. Nora gave her more line and once she was out in a wider circle she asked her up into a canter. The filly moved at a nicely collected canter, kicking up her heels for a minute just to test Nora's attention. Nora tugged the rope a bit, telling her to stop her silliness and after a few more minutes of warming her up asked for a stop. During the months of work she'd put into the grey her transitions had become subtle and she was starting to look like her strength may be in dressage. Her quick halt and square legs were proof of that.
