A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural West Virginia. 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
country 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 West Virginia. We settle small disagreements like this with
the West Virginia Three Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the West Virginia 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
barrister
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, you old fart.
Now it's my turn."
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck".
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