Uncle Darby McCarthy one of the best Jockey’s to come out of Australia.

Uncle Darby McCarthy was born in 1944 , from a big family of 13 children, he belonged to the Gungurri Tribe. His mother was born on the banks of the Darling River. They lived in camps around Cunnamulla, were Uncle Darby say’s there were lots of families.Uncle Darby McCarthy one of the best Jockey’s to come out of Australia. Read his amazing story in Edition 6 out now on line.

Uncle Darby was once asked by the media if he objected to being called an Aboriginal Jockey? “No! If I’m going to be successful I want to be an Aboriginal success, because that’s what I am. I’ve never forgotten where I come from, how hard it’s been.”.

Uncle Darby has rode in England, Ireland, Germany, Singapore, Kula Lumpa, Penang, America, and New Zealand and in every state and territory in Australia.  Uncle Darby says, “It was a nice walk from Cunnumalla to Paris and back.

Uncle Darby has rode in England, Ireland, Germany, Singapore, Kula Lumpa, Penang, America, and New Zealand and in every state and territory in Australia.
Uncle Darby says, “It was a nice walk from Cunnumalla to Paris and back.

 Before he turned 21, he won 3 Stradbroke winners and a Brisbane cup. In 1968 he rode a Doomben 10 000 winner. Just before his 22nd birthday Uncle Darby travelled to Paris. Uncle Darby continues, “The trip to Paris gave me an offer of 3 different jobs. One of which was with the Chairman of the racing society in France. What an experience traveling overseas. I arrived in Paris and it was 10 below zero, and I shit myself. While at the airport I didn’t know where my luggage was, but one thing I knew was I loved to ride horses.

Before he turned 21, he won 3 Stradbroke winners and a Brisbane cup. In 1968 he rode a Doomben 10 000 winner. Just before his 22nd birthday Uncle Darby travelled to Paris. Uncle Darby continues, “The trip to Paris gave me an offer of 3 different jobs. One of which was with the Chairman of the racing society in France. What an experience traveling overseas. I arrived in Paris and it was 10 below zero, and I shit myself. While at the airport I didn’t know where my luggage was, but one thing I knew was I loved to ride horses.

 

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