A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Indiana. 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 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

>United States 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 Indiana. We settle small disagreements with the
>"Three Kick Rule."
>
>The lawyer asked, "What's the Three Kick Rule?"
>
>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 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 said, "Okay, you
>old fart. Now it's my turn."
>
>I love this part . . . .
>
>The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the
>duck."

U  , wow, Nna meeeennnn n, U are very funny , This farmer wicked o

Whuaooooo ! so funny !
Cheers

It's an old joke, but it made me laugh again.

Tehehhehehe