never under estimate

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> A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Tennessee. 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.
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> The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and
> now I'm going to retrieve it."
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> The old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you are not coming
> over here."
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> The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the
> United States and, if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and
> take everything you own.
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> The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we
> settle disputes in Tennessee. We settle small disagreements like this
> with the "Three Kick Rule."
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> The lawyer asked, "What is the Three Kick Rule?"
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> 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."
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> 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.
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> 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.
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> His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from
> his mouth. The lawyer was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to
> his rear end sent him face-first into a fresh cow pie.
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> The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his
> feet.
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> Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old
> fart. Now it's my turn."
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> The old farmer smiled and said, "Nah, I give up. You can have the duck.