A big city lawyer went duck hunting in rural Kerry. 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 lawyer 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
Dublin 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
settle disputes in Kerry . We settle small disagreements like this
with the Kerry Three Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the Kerry Three Kick Rule?"
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."
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 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. His second kick to the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal
gushing from his mouth. The barrister was on all fours when the
farmer's third kick to his rear end sent him face-first into a
fresh cow pie.
The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his
feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said,
"Okay, you old coot. Now it's my turn."
[I love this part.....]

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