Our own Triple Crown…
The Belmont Stakes are next, the third jewel of the Triple Crown. Well, years ago in a small sleep village on an island in the woods we ran our own triple crown races.

The entrance fee was small a PBR (a beer) and their wasn’t much too the training. You didn’t even have to hire a jockey. The key was picking out the right animal or it picked you out of the crowd.

The site of our triple crown were three bars in the area, Buck Jones’, The Cellar and Joe’s Marine Bar. Each place had it’s own well maintained race trace. The stating gate was a small dot in the middle on a white board. The finishing line was a 12" circle.

Each spring you’d take a walk in the woods with an old match box. After the walk you’d sit yourself down and examine yourself with a fine tooth comb. Without a doubt you’d bring back half a dozen prospects on your self or your clothing. You’d pick the three most active, place them in the matchbox and take then with you at bar time for the Running of the Ferns. But before leaving for town you’d have to pick out your family colors from finger nail polish and apply to your thoroughbred's back.
Yes Northern Wisconsin Tick racing is an art and...
no juicing up was allowed!