A
big-city, U.S. lawyer went duck hunting in rural Canada. He shot 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 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 Canada. We settle small disagreements like this with the Canadian
Three-Kick Rule."
The
lawyer asked, "What is the Canadian 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 so 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 hit 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 grinned and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck!"