Welcome to
the King Island Racing Club.
Country racing always has a story to tell, but none like King Island.
Stuck in the middle of Bass Strait, the King Island Racing Club should logistically not have survived it's 117 years of racing.
In
1892 the winner's cheque was paid in wallaby skins, a form of currency
in those days. These days, they fly in the stewards, jockeys and
bookmakers.
Come September, as the sun unfolds over Bass
Strait, it is not just the dairy farmers that are out and about, 80 odd
horses are in work, preparing for the summer carnival.
Rather
uniquely, King Island's race programs are dual code; a mix of gallopers
and pacers which both race on the one mile grass track. A number of
clubs throughout the world could lay claim to staging dual meets, but
it is unlikely many of them would have them both running on grass.
The
main thrust of King Island racing is having fun. Always has been. Our
race club would not have survived the past century if racegoers didn't
have one helluva time!
Fly-In one day and see what all the fuss is about!