Duck Hunting Three Kick Rule
Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2003 8:10 am
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 se ttle 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 law yer 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."
[I love this part....]
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up.
You can have the duck."
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 se ttle 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 law yer 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."
[I love this part....]
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up.
You can have the duck."
