Money Makes the World Go Round
There is, in the grand scale of things, no apparent relationship between what people will pay for horses and prize money to be earned.
29th April 2015
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There is, in the grand scale of things, no apparent relationship between what people will pay for horses and prize money to be earned.
The annual ‘great trek’ to Germiston is a rite of passage for breeders and a pilgrimage for those in search of their next champion at South Africa’s sales Mecca.
While the aggregate was slightly down on last year, the final day of the 2015 National Yearling Sales produced pleasing increases in both the average and median prices
Lot 221 Savannah Cat, a filly by Fort Wood out of Kapen Cat, was consigned by Lammerskraal Stud and became the most expensive filly ever sold in South Africa when the hammer fell at R4,75 million
The 2015 National Yearling Sale had a busy first day, seeing a new sale record reached at R4,25 million
Money isn’t what it used to be. Even so, the spectacular spend on thoroughbred yearlings in recent times has to be seen to be believed.It may be coincidence, but the steepest incline follows the introduction of the Select Sale at Nationals in 2002
Four hundred and forty-nine yearlings at Nationals to inspect from head to toe. An avalanche of cleverly catalogued pedigree information. So much to do, and so little time. How are we to make sense of all of it before raising our catalogues and bidding?
The 2015 National Yearling Sale Buyers Guide is a veritable mine of information. To unearth the good and the bad, here’s how to think outside the box…
In August 2014, Sporting Post published a new look at stallion statistics. What follows is an update on last year’s exercise, with specific focus on the stallions represented at Nationals who have current offspring of 3yo and older
The Hollywood Syndicate celebrated a milestone 600th winner on African soil when the Danon Platina gelding Luhamba Phambili stormed to victory to win the R200 000 non black-type Need For Speed Sprint
Selwyn Elk writes that he was at Clairwood on a wet Saturday afternoon in the 70’s…
