> A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Tennessee . He shot and
> dropped a
> bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence.
>
> As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his
> tractor and asked him what he was doing.
>
> The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now
> I' m going to retrieve it."
>
> The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming over
> here."
>
> The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the
> United
> States and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take
> everything you own."
>
> The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we settle
> disputes in Tennessee . We settle small disagreements with the 'Three Kick
> Rule.'"
>
> The lawyer asked, "What is the 'Three Kick Rule'? "
>
> The Farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get to
> go
> first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on
> back
> and forth until someone gives up."
>
> The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that
> he
> could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.
> The
> old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the
> attorney.
>
> His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work boot into the
> lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick to the
> midriff
> sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth. The lawyer was on all
> fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear end, sent him face-first
> into a
> fresh cow pie.
>
> The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet.
> Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old fart.
> Now
> it's my turn."
>
>
>
> The old farmer smiled and said , "Nah, I give up. You can have the duck.