Hokkaido Horse Racing Story.

Chapter 290 THE BEST
I was woken up from a light sleep by the in-flight announcement.

I yawned and swiped my phone screen; it was 8:42 a.m. local time.

After departing from Japan, at 8:42 AM the next morning.

Although most of the time is spent flying, the journey will take approximately twenty-four hours.

Overall, my sense of elation was zero.

It's too big even for humans, let alone for racehorses, which are inherently sensitive and not good at transportation.

If Japan wants to win the Arc de Triomphe Prize, the expedition will be anything but easy from the very first step.

My still somewhat groggy mind wandered unconsciously, and I quickly started thinking about things related to horse racing.

As I stepped off the plane, a refreshing breeze that made me wonder if the seasons had reversed blew in my face.

He stuffed the scarf, which he had wrapped up tightly for half a day, back into his travel bag.

I was probably over 70, but I still managed to book a car rental to Gumoa Ranch through a car rental app.

How you spend your first day after arriving overseas often directly affects your mental state the following day and thereafter.

After finishing my work schedule, I took advantage of the drowsiness and fell asleep immediately, minimizing the effects of jet lag.

During several trips abroad, I acquired something that can be tentatively called a skill.

Of course, the process is quite painful.

We arrived at Gumoa Ranch in Tipperary County after noon.

Because prior contact had been made, Gumoia sent an employee named Tom Harris to receive them.

"This is Gumoia—"

Looking up at the enormous building in front of me, I couldn't help but make that sound.

The first thing that amazes people is the vastness of the ranch.

Tall trees line both sides of the road extending from the main gate, while heavy, historical buildings seem to compete with the trees as they are built one after another.

Walking along the stone path into the pasture, you'll see a tall building that looks like a barn not far away.

“That’s our hay storage warehouse.”

Tom pointed to the building and began to explain.

According to him, the selection and harvesting process of hay in Gumoa is perfect, and they even use handheld hygrometers to assist in harvesting decisions.

Try to imitate the other party's operating methods.

This idea was quickly dismissed.

Gumoa Ranch, renowned for its sustainable agriculture, boasts a large mixed-grazing cattle herd, a super-sized silage station, and a composting yard.

The current land area exceeds 7,000 acres.

Even with ample funding and technical support, the same concept had no room to be implemented at Mishiki's Mejiro Ranch.

and--

Although I have a considerable interest, I'm not at the point where I can evolve into an agricultural expert in a short period of time.

After listening to Tom's explanation with a lot of confusion, we continued along the stone path.

After waiting for a few minutes in a slightly open area, we met the prolific master craftsman who was led in by the stable boy.

Although he is no longer a first-year breeding stallion, the prolific breeder still maintains a fairly good physique.

His height was slightly shorter than I remembered; according to Tom, he was 1.63 meters shorter than Da Zhenhan, who was 1.64 meters tall.

"We had to make him stand on the elevator platform to mate with some of the mares that were brought in."

The stable boy patted the neck of the blue deer-haired horse and said with a smile.

Unaware that his shortcomings had been exposed in public, the prolific master was still slowly chewing on his chain, occasionally casting seemingly obedient glances at her.

“He has connected two of the world’s greatest bloodlines, and we believe he will be just as successful as his grandfather in breeding.”

Upon receiving the praise, the blue deer-haired horse twitched its ears, looking somewhat puzzled.

“That’s what I think too.” Kitano nodded, smiling as he looked at the prolific master beside him.

Although it was just pointless curiosity, I still wanted to know the true breeding level of the Qinglu Maomao horse in front of me.

So, after Tom's incessant introduction, I opened the panel.

[A prolific master]

【M7】

【Green deer hair】

[Father: A huge shock]

[Mother and father: astronomer]

【speed】

[Difficulty in controlling one's temper]

[Instantaneous Power]

One of the items, "Speed," has two pony heads attached to it.

The item for "Difficult to handle temperament" features the portrait of the prolific master, Benma.

"Therefore, I believe his foals will perform very well, whether in Europe, the Southern Hemisphere, or even Japan."

Tom had barely finished speaking when the prolific master nodded as if in agreement.

"Yes, I think so too."

Patting the neck of the blue deer-haired horse, Kitano chimed in agreement.

Those fast-running foals with the same eccentricities as their fathers—

It will probably become an undeniable force in the world of horse racing.

Although, it might not be quite what Tom Yu thought.

After the meeting with the prolific master, we continued our journey into the heart of the ranch.

The destination—the boarding stables for mares—was quite a distance from the barns for stallions.

After passing several buildings whose purpose was unknown, we walked along the edge of the grazing land for about ten minutes.

Then, I finally witnessed the dazzling sight of someone lying on the bedding with a lazy expression.

Because of her pregnancy, the belly of the black deer was noticeably larger than when it left Japan.

Nevertheless, her activities were not significantly affected, and she stood up with little effort after hearing the noise outside the stable.

"Generally speaking, during this stage of pregnancy, a mare's temperament, appetite, and activity level will change significantly."

At this point, the staff at the boarding stables glanced at the black deer horse with its nose pressed against the fence.

"But her appetite was even stronger than when she first arrived, and she kept eating grass even while herding the sheep."

During the conversation, Xuanmu quietly stuck his head towards the food bowl.

According to staff, the expected delivery time is from late February to early March, and she will be sent to the birthing unit for 24-hour monitoring at the end of January next year.

"If possible, could you provide video recordings documenting the pregnancy's progress?"

After a slight hesitation, I decided to speak.

While they have extensive experience delivering foals for large industrial animals, if the focus is narrowed down to Thoroughbreds, even licensed veterinarians may not be as professional as the nurses at Gumoia.

It would be great if I could learn something from it.

That is precisely the consideration.

"Of course, of course, we regularly provide reports to our customers who are horse owners."

Without hesitation, Tom nodded and continued—

"In the field of breeding, Gumoa is the best pasture in the world."

(End of this chapter)