So we dropped them off and they got to start on their first great adventure. They were put in with the same horses we had used and immediately banded up, making 15 of them total. At first, the rancher kept them on a lower pasture to make sure the herd 'jelled'. When it was obvious everything was working out, it was time to move them, so he sent daughter, son and hired hand with a trailer; business as usual. They loaded up the first 10 in the trailer and delivered them to higher ground, and the two guys went back for the rest. When they hadn't shown up in a reasonable amount of time, the daughter drove back to see what the problem was. After almost 2 hours of trying to 'capture' Ranger, the guys were fit to be tied and cussing out wild horses. In typical Ida fashion, she calmly says, "Sorry, I forgot Bill says you have to 'catch' Ranger to halter him."
"Fine! You catch him! Stupid horse sees the halter and takes off!"
She takes the halter, walks part way to Ranger and then drops the halter on the ground, continuing to walk right up to Ranger and pet him on the shoulder. Now, Ranger's mane tends to split in the middle and hang on both sides of his neck, so not having the piece of twine Bill told her he uses, she just reached up and took a piece of his mane on either side of his neck and voila, he's 'caught'. She then proceeds to lead him to the trailer with the remaining horses in it and walks him right on - holding a little piece of mane.
"Why were you guys making it so hard? He wanted on the trailer with his buds.", and Ida drove off with the horses.