3 kick rule’?
A city lawyer went duck hunting in a rural town.
He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmers
paddock on the other side of a fence, As the lawyer climbed
over the fence, an elderly farmer walked up to him and asked
what he was doing. The lawyer responded, “I shot a duck
and it fell in this tierd, and now I' m going to retrieve it." The
old farmer replied "This is my property, and you are not
coming over here. "I am one of the best trial attorneys in
the country' and if you don' t let me get: that duck I' ll sue you
and take you own," boasted the lawyer. The old
farmer smiled. “Apparently, you don' t know how we do
things up here. We settle small disagreements like this with
the Three Kick Rule." “What' s that'?" the lawyer asked. “Well,
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 thought about it and figured he could take the old
bastard. So he agreed. The old farmer walked up to the city
guy and kicked him in the groin and dropped him to his
knees. His second kick nearly ripped the man' s nose off his
face. The third kick almost knocked the lawyer out of his
wits. The lawyer slowly got to his feet and said, ", you
old it' s my turn." The old farmer smiled and said,
Nah, I give up. You can have the duck."