It's definitely not a documentary.
But here's some of the characters that I've known over the years.
Big Matt (was assistant site manager for the construction of the Mt Piper boilers, pressure welder, cert 10, has the family farm with sheds and sheds of old vehicles, and a Matilda Tank, without turret - think he's got leaopards now).
Member of the Volunteer Rescue association. one of his stories of merit is that while they were searching for a light plane, they came across a crevice on the rocky path they were traversing...meant half a day's walk to turn back and find another way, so he straddled the crevice, and lifted the rest of his team across...big, strong farmboy.
Turned up at work with a Piano in the back of the hilux ute. He found it at the side of the road when he was driving to work (Typically in Rural Oz, if you have something decent that you don't want, you'll make sure that you put it soemwhere for someone to take, even at the dump, leave it 6' from the face). Security guard at work "Matthew, why is there a Piano on the back of your ute?"....Matthew's reply "because the radio broke Phil."....That Day I asked him how he got it on single handed...easy, just lifted one end onto the tray, then went around the other end, lifted and slid it on.
Turned one area of his property into a Christmas Tree farm. when the price fell out of Christams trees, he invited us around for a BBQ, then a tank ride, where he ran over every single christmas tree and churned them into the ground.
Sights in his rifles by clamping them in a vice (there's one on a fencepost especially for sighting rifles), then adjusting the reticles to the POI...clamp fire and adjust. Day we were there, he shot his raingauge. He'd put it up on another post between the rifle and the target, and his technique didn't even involve looking thrugh the scope until the sots were fired.
BJ the Madman from Brindabella
Lucky to be 140lb wringing wet when I knew him.
His farm bike was a YZ490 running methanol and castor oil.
We turned up at the farm one day, and heard a smallblock screaming. As we approached the farm dam, there's the family's jetboat (ski boat with Hamilton Jet) in the farm dam, hooked in, with BJ on a single ski in basically a whip, zipping along the shore, in a few inches of water...takes a hand of to wave to us, and tumbles up the bank.