Duck & the Lawyer.
big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Backworth.
He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's
field on the other side of a fence.
the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer
drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was
lawyer responded, 'I shot a duck and it fell in this
field, and now I'm retrieving it.' The old farmer
replied, 'This is my property, and you are not coming
over here.' The indignant lawyer said, 'I am a trial
lawyer and the duck is my property, if you don't let
me get the duck, you will be sued.' The old farmer
smiled and said,' Apparently, you don't know how we
settle disputes in Backworth. We settle small disagreements
with the 'Three Kick Rule'.
young lawyer asked, 'What is the 'Three Kick Rule?'
old 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.'
lawyer quickly decided that he could easily take the
old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.
old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and
walked up to the lawyer.
first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed
work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him
to his knees.
second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last
meal gushing from
lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick
to his rear end, sent him face-first into a fresh
lawyer summoned every bit of his will and manage d
to get to his feet.
his face with the arm of his jacket he smiled and
said, 'Okay, you old fart. Now it's my turn.'
old farmer smiled and said, 'Nah, I give up. You can
have the duck.'