WHEN I was asked to write this article for Chase magazine I thought about the current state of greyhound racing in Australia. Greyhound racing is charging ahead and in recent years there has been a significant change in the industry.
SPEED Hump … remember that name. A son of Brother Fox and a bitch called Miss Cranky, he was my first entry into greyhound racing.
BEFORE I get into giving my insight into the ways and means of embracing greyhound racing, I have to tell a story … a story I’m a bit embarrassed to tell, but one all newcomers to the industry should take on board.
“MY father George got me into greyhound racing when I was 15 years old … and I was so reluctant to do so.”
I’M not recommending anyone follow my path into greyhound racing. That’s because it involved me slicing off four fingers on my left hand and being in a cast for nine months.
THANKS to Chase magazine for allowing me to give some insight into the sometimes difficult task of getting into greyhound racing.
WHEN I was approached by Chase magazine to write this article about getting into greyhound racing, I harked back to my own entry into the industry and how it has engulfed my life.
I suppose it is significant that I have been asked to give advice for those wanting to get into greyhound racing, a sport for which I have a great passion.
I’m 36 and I have been brought up with greyhounds almost all my life, except for a brief few years my dad Tom decided to have a break.
I HAVE been in greyhound racing for 15 years after becoming involved through a mate who trained a dog for a syndicate I was a member of.
