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 lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer showed up and question the lawyer on his intention.
Lawyer : I shot a duck and it fell into your field and now I'm going to retrieve it.
Farmer : No no. This is my farm, my field, my property. You are not allowed here.
Lawyer : I am 1 of the best trial attorneys in the U.S. and if you don;t let me get
that duck of mine, I'll sue you and take everything you own.
Farmer : Apparently,you do not know the rules here. Under the Napoleonic Code
here, we settle small matters like this with the Louisiana 3 Kick Rule.
Lawyer : What rule?
Farmer : First, I kick you 3 times and then after which, you kick me 3 times. And
this continues until someone give up.
So the Lawyer thought that the old man is dead for sure. He will kick the shit outta him that very moment. So they agree to play by the rule and so the farmer get to start first.
His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's groin. The lawyer dropped to his knees and vomited on the spot.
The 2nd kick was connected to the face of the lawyer that almost got his nose off.
Now after the 3rd kick was targetted at his kidney, the lawyer could barely stand up. After some struggling, the lawyer finally managed to get on his feet and said "Okay, you old coot, it my turn now."
Farmer : Naw, I give up. You can have the duck.
