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 otherside of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmerdrove 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 nowI'm going to retrieve it.'The old farmer replied, 'This is my property, and you are not coming overhere.'The indignant lawyer said, 'I am one of the best trial attorneys in theUnited States and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you andtake everything you own.The old farmer smiled and said, 'Apparently, you don't know how we settledisputes 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, I get togo first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and soon back and forth until someone gives up.'The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided thathe could easily takethe old codger. He agreed to abide by the localcustom..The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to theattorney. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work bootinto the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick tothe 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, 'Nah, I give up. You can have the duck.
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