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 law yer 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 midri ff 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."