>A lawyer went duck hunting in rural Nebraska.
>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 lawyer responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this
>field, and now 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'm one of the best trial
>attorneys in Nebraska 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 settle disputes in these parts of Nebraska.
>We settle small disagreements like this with the Husker
>Three Kick Rule."
>
>The lawyer asked, "What's that?"
>
>The farmer replied, "Well, because the dispute occurs on
>my land, 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 attorney. His first kick planted the toe of
>his heavysteel-toed work boot into the lawyer's groin and
>dropped him to his knees. His second kick to the midriff
>sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth.
>
>The barrister was on all fours when the farmer's third kick
>to his rear end sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.
>
>The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed
>to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket,
>he 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."

Funny but I saw it coming.