Kentucky Oaks - Records

Records

Speed record:

  • The fastest time to finish the 1⅛ mile race is 1:48.64 set in 2003 by Bird Town. The fastest time for the 1½ mile race is 2:39 by the horses Felicia set in 1877, tied by Belle of Nelson in 1878 and tied again Katie Creel in 1882. The 1¼ mile race record is held by Selika set in 1894 at 2:15. The record for the 1 1/16 mile race is 1:43.6 set be Ari’s Mona in 1950 and tied by Sweet Alliance in 1977.

Largest winning margin:

  • 20 ¼ lengths - Rachel Alexandra (2009)

Longest shot to win the Oaks:

  • 47/1 - Lemons Forever (2006)

Most wins by a jockey:

  • 4 - Eddie Arcaro (1951, 1952, 1953, 1958)
  • 4 - Manuel Ycaza (1959, 1960, 1963, 1968)

Female Jockeys to win:

  • Rosie Napravnik on Believe You Can (2012)

Most wins by a trainer:

  • 5 -Woody Stephens (1959,1960,1963,1978,1981)

Most wins by an owner:

  • 6 - Calumet Farm (1943, 1949, 1952, 1953, 1956, 1979)

Only brothers to both win the Kentucky Oaks:

  • Carl Seay Goose "Ganz" (1913) - Roscoe Tarleton Goose (1916)

Carl used the original German spelling of "Goose," which one of a few spellings was "Ganz," but also Gantz, Gans, and so on. The Goose brothers are cousins of Meriwether Lewis Clark, Jr., the founder of the Louisville Jockey Club.

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