Posted by Richard Speer on 11/18/2004, 10:09 pm We bred her but before she foaled I got what I thought was the biggest windfall that could have come my way when a show/breeder from the great Northwest moved into town and due to circumstances way beyond hia control had to disburse his show and breeding stock fairly quickly. Suddenly available was a coming three year old Jr Champion halter show filly from the West Coast that was mostly polish, tall, dark bay, undefeated at halter and in need of a home. Breathlessly I bought her, her mother, who was back in foal to the Jr Champions father, and I purchaqsed a breeding later for the mom to Khemo. All those horses turned out pretty well for me during the 80's. They won some, sold for good prices and made my time in the Arabian business fun and profitable. But the diamond in the bunch was the somewhat overlooked 3/4 filly that the aforementioned half arab mare foaled in the woods next to my house in the west Tennesse hills. Imagine our surprise when this large half arab chestnut mare, bred to a smallish grey, backwoods Tennessee colt produced an exquisite, typey bay filly. By this time my focus was on the purebreds I had acquired. The mom produced a carbon copy of the Jr champion show filly, and was then sent off to California for her meeting with Khemo. The typey bay 3 year old was beginning her show career in the Southeast under Jackson Thomas Jr, and, honestly, I just didn't have the time to focus on the little bay 3/4 filly. Or the inclination. Or the wisdom. By the time she turned two I was well bit with the show bug, and she still had that gorgeous head, and something else too, so I sent her off to a trainer in Texas, who cleaned her off, threw a halter on her, and won her first halter class. Two weeks later, he took her to the big regional show in Texas, where, in her second show, at the age of two, she was placed Reserve Champion Regional halter mare. She was two all right, but barely. Well, here I was with all these fancy pure breds about to begin their show and breeding careers and this little bay filly. Wanting to impress the IRS with my business acumen and needing (I thought) to focus on "my pure breds" I sold the typey bay to a young girl somewhere in the midwest for what was a lot of money for a half arab 2 year old at the time. Ah, now, all these years later, I think back and I remember most fondly not the pricey pure breds, but the little bay Khemo granddaughter who so resembled her grandfather. She was one of Khemo's first grandkids, cause her daddy, Kaiyoum, was one of the great stallions first sons. Kaiyoum would go on to a stunning placing as Canadian Reserve National Champion Stallion and would eventually migrate back to California where he came from and would sire some gorgeous pure bred Champions of his own. But I eventually moved on and out of the horse business and lost track of all my old favorities. I still remember the gorgeous bay filly though. A Khemosabi grandaughter who was born untended in the Tennesse woods, blazed briefly but brightly in her two shows and then disappeared to the midwest in a horse moving van. I had a picture of her, in full stride, one leg bent up, almost like a Tennessee walker. I'll never forget her first show. A local breeder happened to be walking by when the texas`trainer pulled her out of the stall to show me what she had learned in the two weeks he had her. " Where did you get THAT," he asked in astonishment. "Oh, her" shes a half" I stupidly answered. In fact, she was Khemo transfigured into a 2 year old filly. That and nothing less.
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I raised Arabians in the 80's in Tennessee. Before investing in the "real" thing I decided to buy a 1/2 Arab mare and breed her locally. I bought a large, pretty Chestnut mare and took her to a 3 or 4 year old grey stallion who was owned by the only real Arabian people I knew.
But shes not showing the look of the land she was foaled in. She is a veritable reincarnation of her grandfather. Khemo's genes had skipped their way across the greys of Khemo, across the outcross of her mother, and landed squarely in this little filly.
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