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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