THE MONTANA THREE-KICK RULE
:
A big-city California lawyer went duck hunting in rural Montana. 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 attorney responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now
I'm going into 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
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
thingsin Montana. We settle small disagreements like this with the Montana
Three-Kick Rule."
:
:The lawyer asked, "What is the Montana 3-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 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
city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the
lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly wiped
the man's nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the
farmer's third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up.
:
:The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet
and said, "Okay, you old coot, now it's my turn."
:
:
:
: (I love this...)
:
:
:
:The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."
/// unsubscribe/change address requests to majordomo@autox.team.net or try
/// http://www.team.net/mailman/listinfo
/// Archives at http://www.team.net/archive/spridgets
|