the three kick rule

A big-city California lawyer went duck hunting in rural Texas. He shot anddropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of afence.As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on histractor and asked him what he was doing.The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell into this field, andnow I'm going to retrieve it."The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming overhere."The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in theU.S. and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and takeeverything you own."The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we dothings in Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the TexasThree-Kick Rule."The lawyer asked, "What is the Texas Three-Kick Rule?"The Farmer replied, "Well, first I kick you three times and then you kickme three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up."The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided thathe could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the localcustom.The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to thecity feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot intothe 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 akidney nearly caused him to give up.The lawyer summoned every bit of his will andmanaged to get to his feetand said, "Okay, you old coot! Now, it's my turn!"The old farmer smiled and said, "No, I give up.You can have the duck!"