DUCK HUNTING IN ARKANSAS
A wealthy, powerful lawyer from New York was on a duck hunting trip in Arkansas when he shot a duck that landed on the other side of a fence. As he climbed the fence to retrieve it he was met by an elderly farmer that drove up on his tractor. "What he heck do you think you're doing?" asked the farmer.
"I shot a duck and it fell right over there. I am going to get it and there's nothing you can do to stop me old man" said the lawyer.
The farmer answered "This is my land and you are NOT coming on it!"
The New Yorker said "If you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you for everything you own!"
The farmer said "Well in Arkansas we settle things like this with the 3 kick rule."
"What's the three kick rule/" the smart butt lawyer asked.
The farmer continued... "Well, first I will kick you 3 times and then you kick me 3 times and we go back and forth until one of us gives up".
The New Yorker thought to himself...."This Arkansas farmer is just an old coot..he can kick me and then I will finish him off. Piece of cake" So out loud he said "AGREED!"
So the Arkansas farmer got off his tractor, walked over to the lawyer and gave him a mighty strong kick in his groin with his old heavy steel toed work boot. The lawyer screamed and fell to his knees. Then the farmer kicked him in his head and further the lawyer sank. Final blow from the farmer was a good swift kick to the lawyers kidney. The lawyer was in agony!
Finally he gathered himself up and said..."Alright....you have had your kicks it's MY turn!"
The old Arkansas farmer looked at him and said "Nah...I give up. You can have the duck!"
Hee hee.....don't mess with Arkansans. We may walk slow and speak slow...but we are WAYYYY ahead of you!
