Fred Hooper

The charm of horse racing lies primarily in the animals that do it—their beauty, grace, power and their degree of class. But there is an undeniable attraction to the colorful human beings that make it happen. The purpose of this blog is to share my stories about some of these characters. My requisites in the selection: I had dealings with them, their antics and accomplishments should not be forgotten, and that at least most of them are no longer with us. Cot Campbell


   Fred Hooper was his own man—for 102 years! And he was one in a million. He seemed to have been born knowing about a racehorse, and when he was able to indulge that knowledge, he got the job done.

   The only significant "career-path" education this poor boy ever got was as a graduate of Moler Barber College in Atlanta. After he practiced for a few months cutting the locks of derelicts that wandered in off the streets for a free one, he packed his comb, scissors and clippers and headed out for the construction camps that were mushrooming across Dixie. He cut hair, did some prize fighting, hustled around, and by osmosis, learned the rudiments of construction. In time Hooper Construction Company was building highways, airports and race tracks. Fred got rich. He was smart, tough and has been described as "unabashedly unsophisticated."

   Fred Hooper understood livestock, liked racing (and the gamble that it involved), followed bloodlines and really did have an authentic eye for an equine athlete. In 1943, he hauled off and went to the Keeneland yearling sale, and bought a colt by Sir Gallahad. That sucker won the Kentucky Derby two years later. His name was Hoop Jr. Hooper picked out the horse, and from that time on he depended on his own judgment on how to breed them, and how to train them. He had knowledgeable trainers but they knew going in that the boss was Fred Hooper.

Fred Hooper and Hoop Jr.

 1945 Kentucky Derby winner Hoop Jr.

Did he ever breed some good ones! The super stars were Susan's Girl, Crozier, Admiral's Voyage, Copelan, Precisionist, Tri Jet, and Olympia (about whom more in a moment). In total, he bred more than 100 stakes winners and they earned in excess of $50 million (when fifty big ones was tougher to come by).

 Whenever I would run into Fred, I would tell him that I had just enrolled in Moler Barber College, hoping that maybe that would make my horses run like his did. Not a great line perhaps, but he liked it.

 His expertise also ran to the ability to discover and launch some of the greatest jockeys in the history of racing. Lord knows how he was able to uncover Braulio Baeza, Laffit Pincay Jr., and Jorge Velasquez. He brought them out of Central America to this country and sponsored them.

 But on to Olympia.

 Olympia turned out to be one of the fastest horses of all time and a predominant speed influence on the breed. It was Olympia who was to represent the Thoroughbred in one of the shortest, and most dramatic, races ever run: the famous match race against the fastest Quarter Horse in the world.

 Stella Moore was her name and a quarter-mile was her game!

 Stella had defeated a very fast California Thoroughbred named Fair Truckle. The swift mare's owners next approached Hooper and threw down the gauntlet: quarter mile, Tropical Park in Miami, $25,000 put up by each side, Stella Moore versus Olympia.

 The super-quick Olympia was as game as Dick Tracy. And so was Fred Hooper. Done!

Fred Hooper and Olympia

 Fred Hooper and Olympia, 1966

There was to be no pari-mutuel wagering on this match race. It was an exhibition, approved by the state.

 The race was on, and a sell-out crowd filled the Tropical Park grandstand. Half the attendees showed up in ten-gallon hats and cowboy boots. And they were loaded with Stella Moore money.

 Fred Hooper covered every dime of it and was looking for more at post time.

 In charge of these special proceedings was the racing secretary of Tropical Park, Pat Farrell. A big part of his job that day was recording the bets. As he received money (legal tender), he pushed it into the top right drawer of his desk and locked it. At post time, he then locked the door to the racing secretary's office and rushed out to see the making of racing history.

 At this point Hooper had put up his $25,000 stake, as had Stella's man, and Hooper had single-handedly covered about one hundred grand in bets from numerous Quarter Horse enthusiasts. This was very big money in the late forties.

 When the starter sprung the latch, Olympia flashed his vaunted speed, got the drop on Stella Moore, and held her safe to the wire, winning by the rapidly vanishing margin of a head.

 The finish was scary, but not nearly as scary as the settling of the bets.

 After pictures were taken and hands were shaken, a big crowd went back to Pat Farrell's office for the settling-up ceremonies.

 With a big smile on his face, Pat withdrew his key from his pocket, held it up as a magician might have, and with a flourish inserted it into the lock on the drawer. He flung the drawer open for one and all to behold the absolutely staggering cache of greenbacks, now belonging to Fred Hooper.

 The drawer was empty.

 Pat Farrell looked as if he would lose his lunch. His face was ashen, and he thrust his hand into the drawer as if he might be able to feel the money, even though he certainly could not see it!

 The atmosphere in the room as decidedly tense.

 Finally, Farrell jerked the drawer completely out of the desk. The bigger drawer beneath it was housing a truly splendid clump of greenbacks. There was the stash of cash.

 There was no back panel in the top drawer, so as Farrell hurriedly pushed the final batch of bills toward the back of the drawer, the dough had dropped out of sight into the bottom compartment.

 Hooper collected, gave a grand to Pat (slowly recovering from a near coronary!), nodded politely to the vanquished cowboys, and headed back to the barn. It had been a great day for the breed.

 Fred Hooper felt strongly about his opinion, and he was a gambling man. This story proves it.


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Rebecca Johnston

I used to work for a gentleman and his friend was dating Mr. Hooper's granddaughter.  He went to pick her up and there sat Mr. Hooper with the actor John Forsythe.  Both were in their silk smoking jackets.  He thought he had walked into a movie set.  It is Central Florida I don't know anyone that lounges in a smoking jacket around here.

Another time I was at Mr. Hooper's farm late one autumn Saturday, the stallions were being groomed.  They were giving Precisionist a bath, they showed me how he kind of giggled when you would brush his neck.  Closed his eyes and turned up his lip and kind of shivered.  While they were still at work a man rode up in a pick up truck and he had a rickety looking boat in the bed of the pick up truck, no on a trailer behind, in the pickup.  He just got out and sat there on the tailgate, folded his arms and never said a word, looking impatient.  I could see it looked like Mr. Hooper, but surely not.  All of the grooms were laughing and said "that's Mr. Hooper's brother he's ready to go fishing.  He is waiting on me."

16 Jul 2013 11:06 PM
The Deacon

Loved this story Mr. Campbell.

Susan's Girl was one of the best fillies ever to race and Precisonist was awesome. Saw Admiral's Voyage race many times as well.

17 Jul 2013 2:07 AM
Pedigree Ann

We need more Fred Hoopers breeding racehorses these days. Ones willing to use 'oddball' stallions including ones they bred, owned and/or raced, like Verne Winchell and George Pope. All three of these gentlemen bred champions from the less fashionable end of the gene pool and left a supply of outcross material for the rest of us.

17 Jul 2013 12:25 PM
Old Old Cat

What a great entertaining story.  Thanks

On quarterhorses vs thoroughbreds, my highschool daughter and her filly, a Spectacular Bid grandaughter, vacationed and worked on a western style dude ranch.  One of the college aged guys challenged her to s stakes race, his prize $450 saddle against her $250 cash to that there gate post accross the field.  As soon as she agreed, he took off cowboying it accross the field.  She followed, and when her filly realized it was a race, her ears perked up, and she went into overdrive.  The poor boy on his prize quarterhorse, (winning match races at the rodeos), said that it was scary.  The thoroughbred came by so fast that the he thought his horse was running backwards.  She later traded the big fancy western saddle back for a smaller roping saddle she could use, and free horseshoing for the rest of the summer.

17 Jul 2013 1:01 PM
Love 'em all

Enjoyed this story very much.  

From his obit, Mr. Hooper was just two months shy of 103 when he died in 2000.  He and Xavier Roberts (Cabbage Patch dolls) were born in the little town of Cleveland, GA ... fifty-eight years apart.  

18 Jul 2013 6:13 PM

The trainers knew hoo the bo$$ was...I love it!!!...ty Cot...

20 Jul 2013 2:37 AM

The trainers knew hoo the bo$$ was...I love it!!!...ty Cot...

20 Jul 2013 2:40 AM
Linda in Texas

Mr. Campbell - Congratulations again on the success of your once in a lifetime horse Palace Malice.

Do you really comprehend how good looking you make Palace Malice standing beside him??? :)

Just enjoying watching the happiness cover you from your dapper chapeau to your summer sport coat and the smile that exudes your pride. We are all so happy for you and Palace Malice. He is truly exceptional and you two make a perfect match!

Love all of your stories. But the real one being played out on the racetracks with you and Palace has to beat all!

28 Jul 2013 4:25 PM

Some people are born great, the charisma they exude know how to tap the best of everything!

13 Aug 2013 3:14 AM
HoldFast Farm

Fred Hooper was my great-uncle.  I had the luck of seeing him for the last time a month before he passed. I currently own 1 mare that he bred that is by Copelan and is almost the spitting image of Susan's Girl, and 2 other mares that are out of different Copelan mares.  I love hearing and reading old stories about my g-uncle, so I sincerely appreciate you sharing yours, Mr. Campbell.

05 Dec 2013 2:20 PM

Good story, but the way I heard it, it was Stella Moore who got the drop on Olympia out of the gate and then Olympia ran her down at the wire to win by a head.

19 Sep 2014 8:58 PM

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