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(From Bob.)

A lawyer went duck hunting in rural Minnesota. 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 lawyer 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'm one of the best trial
attorneys in California 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 Minnesota. We settle small disagreements
like this with the Minnesota Three Kick Rule."

The lawyer asked, "What's that?"

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 barrister 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 coot. Now it's my
turn."

[I love this part.....]

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