A big city lawyer went duck hunting in South Louisiana. 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 into 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 Louisiana. We rule ourselves under the
Napoleonic Code. We settle small disagreements like this with
the Louisiana Three Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the Louisiana 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 where he immediately vomited.
The geezer's second kick nearly ripped 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 dark heart, vengeful will and
managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot now it's my
turn."
"Wait!" The old farmer said, "What are we fighting over?"
"For the possession of duck", the lawyer replied with anger.
The old farmer said with a gentle smile, "Ok!...I give up. You can have the duck." |
