A classic but the art is in the telling, by the master himselfTHE DUCK HUNTER
A big city lawyer went duck hunting in South Louisiana.
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 litigator 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 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 things in Louisiana. We rule ourselves under the Napoleonic Code. We settle small disagreements like this with the Louisiana Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the Louisiana Kick Rule?" The farmer replied. "Well, first I kick you and then you kick me, 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 where he immediately vomited.
After rolling on the ground in terrible pain for a long time the lawyer summoned every bit of his dark heart, vengeful will, and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, you old coot, now it's my turn."
The old farmer said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."