THERE'S nothing like a tour of one of the best broodmare establishments around to realise the horses you have been racing for the past 20 years are donkeys.
One of my mates, who owns a small breeding concern down south, come up on the weekend so I teed up a visit to one of Australia's best boutique breeding barns and Queensland icon in Canning Downs.
While the girls weren't that excited about the prospect of us talking breeding and former group one winners for three hours, the kids couldn't wait to see some newborn foals so we won.
The racing syndicate I am involved in with a few mates has taken our broodmare (that never placed in a race let alone won) to whatever sire we could get for free or on the cheap, then expect the foals to be champions.
You do hear about cheap horses that go on to be superstars, for example, Takeover Target was bought for $1200 and made $6 million and Polanski was bought for $4000 and won a derby.
My cheap horses tend to finish as eight-year-old maidens which never get hurt or good ones that win three in a row, then never see a track again.
An old bloke once told me, and it has always rung true, "only the good ones hurt themselves because the bad ones never try hard enough".
When we went through the gates and the first horses we saw - a Clydesdale in foal to Octagonal - I knew I was out of my depth.
We spent the next few hours looking at fillies by Redouteâ€™s Choice, Long Row and Exceed and Excel.
My mate and the foreman, Rob, who is one of the most knowledgeable racing men I have met, started talking in some type of language no-one else could understand.
This really opened my eyes as to why my horses are flat out winning a Class B at Deepwater.
So I'm saving now and, in 300 years, I might have saved enough to buy that Long Row filly ... unless one of the readers out there wants to donate one.