“He’d try to run off with you all day long … I decided I was going to gallop this son of a gun around and take the edge off of him so I rode him out into the desert not far from McCormick Ranch. He was pullin’ and I was jerkin’ and we were going through that brush lickety-split and I was talking about his ancestors in a voice an octave or two higher than my normal voice, when all of the sudden we came busting right through the brush and onto a golf course …” Find out the rest of Jack Teague’s reminiscences from Scottsdale in our February 1994 issue as well as stories from dozens of other trainers and owners as they talk about a Scottsdale we’d barely recognize, and the people and horses we’ll never forget.
