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 like this 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, 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."
[I love this part....]
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up.
You can have the duck.
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 like this 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, 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."
[I love this part....]
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up.
You can have the duck.