My old flying instructor, Tony Ryan, used to have me pull so hard on the yoke of the 150/152 I was training on that it used to feel like the panel was going to be wrenched onto my lap. He knew that I was going straight on to the family Cub, as soon as I had my PPL, so he really drummed the tail-down hold-off thing into me.
Interesting to watch other, non-Ryan, students skimming onto the ground at high speed, then all but tipping on their noses with the faintest gust of wind or (self-induced) swerve on the runway. The wheelbarrow boys...
Tony's instruction must have been good, because my tailwheel and type conversion (courtesy of my father) was two hour-long dual sessions. My first solo flights in the L-4 followed a further quarter hour of dual, during which I still didn't break anything!