The Three-Kick Rule


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, "Just what 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."
 
The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."