I grew up in suburbia knowing basically nothing about farm life. My ex took me as a very young man right after we got married to Ipswich, South Dakota to meet her dad's family.
Timing was good (bad) as the first morning upon waking up, I got enlisted to do some ranching. Well, I got thrown in deep to de-horn, de-nut, brand, inject something in the ear and whatever else there was. Don't think I have ever worked harder in a day!
Day two, I was feeling pretty sore but a little more confident around the cattle. My uncle in law had a couple young cattle (old calves) get loose and we jumped in his pickup and went flying down the field to catch up with them.
I don't know what got into me but when we got up to one the jailbrakers, I suddenly jumped out of the bed of the pickup and wrestled it to the ground. In reality, I sort of just landed on him and he went down like a sack of potatoes. I was pretty proud of myself.
Funniest thing happened though... my uncle was so surprised at my action, he jumped out of the driver's seat to basically say 'what the hell are you doing?'. Meanwhile the pickup never came to a stop and continued down the field. He didn't have time to get too mad at me... he had to go chase down his truck! We laughed so hard that night telling the story to the women.