A big-city California lawyer went duck hunting in rural Texas. 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 into 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
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 Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the
Texas
Three-Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the Texas 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.
His second kick nearly wiped 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 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, "No, I give up. You can have
the duck!"