Lawyers,
> >A big-city lawyer from Washington DC went duck hunting in the South
> >Carolina low country.
> >
> >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 attorney responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and
> >now I'm going in 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 do
> >things in South Carolina. Down here we settle small disagreements like
> >this with the 'Three-Kick Rule'."
> >
> >The lawyer asked, "What in hell is the 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 lawyer's nose off his face. The attorney was flat on his belly
> >when the farmer's third kick to the kidney area nearly caused him to give
> >up.
> >
> >The lawyer summoned every bit of his will, managed to get to his feet,
> >and said, "Okay, you old coot, now it's MY turn."
> >
> >(I love this part!)
> >
> >The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck.
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