My first flight included that particular lesson.
On the ground, one of the things to remember at all times was to have a place to land picked out at all times. 20 minutes into the first lesson, he pulled power to idle, and asked where I was going to land. I immediately pointed to a hay field, and turned toward it. He asked about the vegetation scattered across the field, I responded that it seemed to be poke and milk weeds in the hay, not likely to damage the Cub.
He pointed out the big chunk of concrete, and asked why that was there. Suddenly, I realized there was a 200 foot radio tower, with guy wires. Landing was not a problem, we were going to pass over the wires, but lesson learned. Scan the whole field, figure out any anomalies, then commit to the best part of the field.
I suspect that he pulled power on every student at the same place to teach proper selection.
I have posted elsewhere, the first 4 instructors I had the good fortune to fly with were absolutely top notch. lessons from those few hours proved lifesaving repeatedly as my hours increased. All of them have gone west now, but I did return and meet with one of them about 20 years ago.
I wonder what the young man was looking at when he hit the wire?
RIP, though.