Many years ago in a galaxy far far away.......
I was the cowman at a good sized outfit. Was fairly new on the job and inherited an old Bronco pickup as a farm work vehicle.
My assistant and I were moving a bunch of cows and we had a few reluctant gals who saw no good reason to exit the woodland where they were forted up. It was a real hilly section and the knobs were cleared and grassed and the bottoms were all woods. the cows were being difficult and we should have been horseback but weren't and the horses were miles and hours away. The cows would run around a knob and duck back in the woods and head back were we had driven them from.
In an effort to head them off, I jumped in the bronco and went to the top of the hill. the hill on the other side was too steep to hurry down and if I eased down it the cows would be by me before I got there so, I parked it and shoved it in reverse because the emergency brake was shot. I ran down the short steep hill and cut the cows off . I got em headed and as the other guy came around the hill and we headed the cows in the right direction we heard this sound like a big bell ringing and then a woof, woof, woof, woof sound getting louder and faster. The ringing sound was the housing when the bronco jumped out of gear and the woofing was it gathering speed as it came down the hill toward us. It tackled a sweet gum tree about eighteen inches in diameter and shoved the engine nearly into the drivers seat. On the positive side it caused the cows to decide that leaving the area was a good thing to do and they hauled ass toward where we needed them to go. Then I had to haul ass over there to get the stragglers through the gate and get it shut before they came back.
we walked about five miles back to the main farm.
To this day the old boss probably still thinks I either did it on purpose or that I am the dumbest hire he ever made.