The Duck & the Lawyer.........

A big city lawyer from Des Moines went duck hunting in rural Iowa. 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 litigator responded, 'I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm
retrieving it.' The old farmer replied, 'This is my property, and you are not
coming over here.' The indignant lawyer said, 'I am a trial attorney and the
duck is my property, if you don't let me get the duck, you will be sued.' The
old farmer smiled and said,' Apparently, you don't know how we settle disputes
in Iowa. We settle small disagreements with the 'Three Kick Rule'.'

The young lawyer asked, 'What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?'

The old Farmer replied, 'Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get
to go 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 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 heavy steel 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 lawyer 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 smiled and said, 'Okay, you old
fart. Now it's my turn.'


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

"All people smile in the same language"