A New York lawyer goes duck hunting in Georgia. He gets up early one morning, has a big breakfast and gets out to the fields at dawn.
Not much time passes and a flock of ducks fly over. Taking quick aim he drops one on the first shot. The duck falls over the fence line of an old farmers field with signs stating "NO Trespassing". The lawyer decides he's going to climb the fence and go and get his duck.
About the time he gets over the fence the old farmer pulls up on his tractor, shuts it off and asks the lawyer what he's doing on his property. The lawyer says he's going after the duck he shot. The farmer tells him, that duck is on my property so it belongs to me.
The lawyer says, I'm a big New York lawer and if you don't let me get that duck I'll sue you for everything you own. The farmer says you don't know how we settle things down here. The lawyer asks him, and how is that?
The farmer tells him we have the three kick rule. As the property owner I start by kicking you three times, then you kick me three times. We keep this up until one of us gives up. The lawyer thinks this over quickly and concludes he can take this old farmer even if he has to take the kick first. OK, I'll play by your rules said the lawyer.
The old farmer climbs down from his tractor, walks through the muddy field to the lawyer and without stopping puts a swift kick of his heavy steel toed boot right to the lawyer groin. This immediately drops the lawyer to his knees. The farmer follows up with a kick to the lawyers gut which causes him to up-chuck his breakfast. He then walks around and kicks the lawyer in the seat of the pants sending the city slicker sprawled face first in the muddy field, a cow pie in his face.
The lawyer slowly drags himself up, with a clean spot on his sleeve wipes his face and smiles at the old farmer. Now its my turn.
I don't think so said the farmer, I give up, you can have the duck, turns around and climbs on to his tractor and drives away.
Not much time passes and a flock of ducks fly over. Taking quick aim he drops one on the first shot. The duck falls over the fence line of an old farmers field with signs stating "NO Trespassing". The lawyer decides he's going to climb the fence and go and get his duck.
About the time he gets over the fence the old farmer pulls up on his tractor, shuts it off and asks the lawyer what he's doing on his property. The lawyer says he's going after the duck he shot. The farmer tells him, that duck is on my property so it belongs to me.
The lawyer says, I'm a big New York lawer and if you don't let me get that duck I'll sue you for everything you own. The farmer says you don't know how we settle things down here. The lawyer asks him, and how is that?
The farmer tells him we have the three kick rule. As the property owner I start by kicking you three times, then you kick me three times. We keep this up until one of us gives up. The lawyer thinks this over quickly and concludes he can take this old farmer even if he has to take the kick first. OK, I'll play by your rules said the lawyer.
The old farmer climbs down from his tractor, walks through the muddy field to the lawyer and without stopping puts a swift kick of his heavy steel toed boot right to the lawyer groin. This immediately drops the lawyer to his knees. The farmer follows up with a kick to the lawyers gut which causes him to up-chuck his breakfast. He then walks around and kicks the lawyer in the seat of the pants sending the city slicker sprawled face first in the muddy field, a cow pie in his face.
The lawyer slowly drags himself up, with a clean spot on his sleeve wipes his face and smiles at the old farmer. Now its my turn.
I don't think so said the farmer, I give up, you can have the duck, turns around and climbs on to his tractor and drives away.
LMRM; Bob
