While hunting in Nebraska, a Washington, DC lawyer shot a pheasant but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer was about to climb over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The lawyer responded, "I shot that pheasant over there, it belongs to me and I'm going to retrieve it." The wily old farmer replied, "This is my property, and you're not coming over here."

The indignant lawyer said, "I am one of the best trial attorneys in the whole country and, if you don't let me get that pheasant, I'll sue the hell out of you and you will lose all your land."

The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently, you don't know how we do things in Nebraska. We settle small disagreements like this with the Nebraska Three Kick Rule."

The lawyer asked, "What is the Nebraska Three Kick Rule?" The Farmer explained,

"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 one who first gives up has lost."

The attorney looked at the little old farmer and thought, "I am in much better physical shape, I can easily win that contest." So he agreed.

The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the lawyer. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick hit the man's nose. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to
give up.

The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay, now, it's my turn!" The old farmer smiled and said, "No, I gave up, you can have the pheasant."