Caprossa proves she's the real thing
Caprossa (spotty cap), ridden by Tommy Berry. Photo: Jenny Evans
CAPROSSA'S owner-breeder Michael Inglis thought he had a hermaphrodite when he visited the daughter of Testa Rossa in the paddock.
If it had been true, the four-year-old mare would have been ineligible to win the fillies and mares benchmark 80 handicap (1200 metres) at Warwick Farm on Saturday.
Jockey Tommy Berry settled Caprossa fourth on the fence behind leader Geemeup before sneaking up the rail to salute by 1¼ lengths from $2.60-favourite My Sabeel, with Geemeup holding on for third.
While Caprossa was an $18.10 long shot, Canberra trainer Paul Jones headed up the Hume Highway confident his mare could win.
It is her second city win, after she saluted in a benchmark 70 handicap (1100m) at Canterbury in November.
''Mum [co-trainer Barbara Joseph] asked if I was going to go up and I said, 'Of course I am, I think she can win and I want to be there just in case she does','' Jones said.
''It's a good time to be winning races. It's Magic Millions time, the sales time, it's good to put your name out there in the market as a Sydney-winning trainer.''
Jones said there weren't many races around for Caprossa now and he was considering spelling her and bringing her back for the Wagga Town Plate (1200m) in May.
Inglis was a committeeman for the Wagga Wagga's Murrumbidgee Turf Club and was keen to win the feature at his home track.
''There aren't a lot of races for her in the next three or four weeks and she really thrives on racing - she just gets too fat without racing every week or two - so she'll probably go to the paddock and come back maybe for the Wagga Town Plate,'' Jones said.
Following Inglis' revelations he had a hermaphrodite horse, Caprossa earned the stable name Carlotta - after the King's Cross transgender cabaret performer.
It took a week for Inglis to realise his mistake, by which time Carlotta had already stuck.
''He went down to the paddock when she was a late yearling and he thought she had a penis and he came back and said, 'I've got a hermaphrodite','' Jones laughed.
''And what he didn't realise was a gelding jumped the fence that looked very much like her … and she jumped the fence, they swapped paddocks, and so the gelding was out there swinging in the breeze and he thought he had a hermaphrodite.
''It took him about a week and he had to eat a lot of humble pie.''
That's now humble pie seasoned with the sweet taste of victory.