Three Kick Rule
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.
Now it's my turn."
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The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can
have the duck."
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