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."
He 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.
2007-02-09
18:17:56
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