Tony Pony came to me along with his 8 year old rider. He was a Welsh pony all of 12 hands.
I had orders from the mother that he was never to be turned out as he attacked whoever was trying to catch him and, he was only to be ridden in the arena as he was very naughty when out on a hack.
Sorry but no pony should be in 24/7 which was the cause of the riding problems. (He was very hyped up, fast with bucks a plenty!)
He was very naughty to catch but never attacked when one of the staff went to catch him. They had been with me for about 6 months. Tony was safe to ride out and Sharon, his rider was far more confident and happy.
I was taking a lesson one Saturday morning when one of the bigger kids came in to say they couldn't catch Tony and he was chasing them. (By this time he was turned out without a halter on)
When the lesson finished I walked out to the field halter in hand. There were about eight ponies in the field and Tony was slightly away from the others.
I walked towards him and saw that he was looking at me as he grazed. I was about 5 yards away from him when he suddenly swung away and double barrelled at me. Prepared I wrapped the halter around his backside. He shot off and I followed. Second time he spun around and ran back towards me. Again I whacked him with the halter. Unfortunately the halter got wrapped around a leg and as he shot forward he took it with him.
I followed, aware that there were at least a dozen children watching. This time Toni was facing away from me and the halter had dropped off a couple of yards behind him. I was further away when he started to run back into me. I was unarmed and couldn't run because of the kids watching!
It was one of those moments when the brain goes into overdrive. As he ran back so I realised the my legs were longer than his and I kicked him hard catching him on the hamstring.
He shot off towards his friends on three legs. I really didn't care. I picked up the halter and marched towards him and he was caught with no further problem. He was never, ever naughty to be caught again.
Trouble is with posts like this is that it brings back memories and there is another about Tony but I do not want to bore you all!)
Also, in your earlier post about my pony, I'm gratified that you think he's going to be all right. I seriously got the idea that the owners were very happy to be rid of him. Partly due to the age, and that ponies have to be watched carefully for their diets, thus special lots and handling. But even the little girl who had outgrown him said tg me, when we were alone, that the only bad thing was that he would not be caught sometimes. Otherwise he would follow her about her back yard and allow himself to be draped in girly dress-up pretending to be costume class, etc. and then allow her to hop on for a ride. So, I found him to be a quick learner at the try-out (taught him where I wanted him to stop beside me, instead of in front of me) and have found him to want to please here at home.