LeBo
06-07-2007, 01:40 AM
THE DUCK AND THE LAWYER
>>
>> A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Nebraska. 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 Nebraska. 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,
> I
>> get to go 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 remaining strength and very slowly
>> 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, "Nah, I give up. You can have the
>> duck."
>>
>> A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Nebraska. 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 Nebraska. 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,
> I
>> get to go 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 remaining strength and very slowly
>> 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, "Nah, I give up. You can have the
>> duck."