A big-city lawyer, from Washington, D.C., went duck hunting in the South Carolina Low country. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell in to a farmers 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 litigator responded, I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now Im going in 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 the US and if you dont let me get that duck, Ill sue you and take everything you own.

The old farmer smiled and said, Apparently, you dont know how we do things in South Carolina. Down here we settle small disagreements like this with the Three-Kick Rule. The lawyer asked, A Three Kick Rule. What is the Three-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 lawyers groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly wiped the mans nose off his face. The attorney was flat on his belly when the farmers third kick to the kidney area nearly caused him to give up. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will, managed to get to his feet, and said, Okay, you old coot, now its my turn.

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