A big city lawyer went duck hunting in South Louisiana. 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 into 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 U.S. 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 do things in Louisiana. We rule ourselves under the Napoleonic
Code. We settle small disagreements like this with the Louisiana
Three Kick Rule."
The
lawyer asked, "What is the Louisiana Three Kick Rule?"
The Farmer replied. "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 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 city feller.
His
first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's
groin and dropped him to his knees where he immediately vomited.
The
geezer's second kick nearly ripped the man's nose off his face.
The
barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick to
a kidney nearly caused him to give up.
The
lawyer summoned every bit of his dark heart, vengeful will and managed
to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot now it's my
turn."
The
old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the
duck."
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