Come spring, this scribe’s thoughts tend to focus on yearlings, likely in part because beginning each spring I spent decades traveling to various parts of North America to evaluate those yearlings that had been consigned to Harrisburg.
It was a chore that took a lot of time, a lot of hours and close to 20,000 miles yearly in the car.
Was it demanding? Perhaps a little, but I loved it. Any angst was overcome by the pleasure that a new crop of yearlings and the people that raised them presented.
