Louisiana Law, Old farmer versus City slicker lawyer

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 the fence. As the climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what is he was doing. The litigator 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 attourneys 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 Napoleanic Code. We settle small disagreements 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 attourney 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 slicker.

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 vomitted. The geezers second kick nearly ripped his nose of his face. The lawyer was flat on his stomach 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."

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

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