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“MR. LANE had always Wanted to own a stable, so he asked me if I’d be interested. I jumped at the chance. Then he bought the Old Mill and let me be in charge. It took some time for me to get things built up, I didn’t have the money at first. I’m still working at getting things arranged.
“I was born in a house of Mr. Fletcher’s. I learned to ride on work horses being led to the fields —big things, about four or five feet wide across the back,” Moody Aylor grinned and stretched his arms to show how wide. “I did the same thing with Pete. Put him on the back of a horse as lied him from one paddock to the other. Pete was jumping three foot fences when he was four and a half. Hunted with Piedmont when he was five. When Mr. Fletcher was going around to visit a hunt I’d take along a horse for me and a horse for Pete.”
MOODY AYLOR always wanted to be a jockey. “At sixteen I was riding in races, won my first race, at the Reva fair. Then I rode that same horse in the Culpeper Fair on July 4 and he bowed a tendon. After that my height and weight caught up with me, like it’s gonna do with Pete. I told him he’s got to get his education, can’t count on riding race horses. “I don’t know what I like best about working with horses. I like the racing, the showing, I like to shoe horses and I love the fox hunting.” According to many of Moody’s customers, his real tal
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