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> > A big city Dublin lawyer went duck hunting in rural Donegal. 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
nowI'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
Dublin
> > 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 Donegal . We settle small disagreements
> > like this
with
> > the Donegal Three Kick Rule."
> > The lawyer asked, "What is the Donegal 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 barrister was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his
> > rear
> end
> > sent him face-first into a fresh cow pat.
> > 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."
> > The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the
> > duck."
> >
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> > A big city Dublin lawyer went duck hunting in rural Donegal. 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
nowI'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
Dublin
> > 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 Donegal . We settle small disagreements
> > like this
with
> > the Donegal Three Kick Rule."
> > The lawyer asked, "What is the Donegal 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 barrister was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his
> > rear
> end
> > sent him face-first into a fresh cow pat.
> > 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."
> > The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the
> > duck."
> >
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