A big-city California lawyer went duck hunting in
rural Montana. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a
Indian's field on the other side of a fence.
As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly
Indian drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing.
The attorney responded, "I shot a duck and it
fell in this field, and now I'm going into retrieve it."
The old Indian 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 Indian smiled and said, "Apparently, you
don't know how we do things in Montana. We settle small
disagreements like this with the Montana Three-Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the Montana 3-Kick
Rule?"
The Indian 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 Indian. He
agreed to abide by the local custom. The old Indian 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. His
second kick nearly wiped the man's nose off his face. The
barrister was flat on his
belly when the Indian'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, you old coot,
now it's my turn."
The old Indian smiled and said, "Naw, I give up.
You can have the duck."
rural Montana. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a
Indian's field on the other side of a fence.
As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly
Indian drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing.
The attorney responded, "I shot a duck and it
fell in this field, and now I'm going into retrieve it."
The old Indian 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 Indian smiled and said, "Apparently, you
don't know how we do things in Montana. We settle small
disagreements like this with the Montana Three-Kick Rule."
The lawyer asked, "What is the Montana 3-Kick
Rule?"
The Indian 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 Indian. He
agreed to abide by the local custom. The old Indian 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. His
second kick nearly wiped the man's nose off his face. The
barrister was flat on his
belly when the Indian'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, you old coot,
now it's my turn."
The old Indian smiled and said, "Naw, I give up.
You can have the duck."
