Liberty Belle
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I know this should be posted on a different page, but the topic is so applicable to the private property rights issues we've been discussing that I couldn't resist sharing it with you here. I like this old guy's style!!
A big city California lawyer went duck hunting in Wyoming. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a rancher's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly rancher drove up in his pickup 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 in to retrieve it."
The old rancher 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 US. If you don't let me get that duck. I'll sue you and take everything you own."
The old rancher smiled and said. "Apparently you don't know how we do things in Wyoming. We settle small disagreements like this with the Wyoming Three Kick Rule.
The lawyer asked. "What is the Wyoming Three Kick Rule?"
The Rancher 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 codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.
The old rancher slowly climbed out of his pickup 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 ripped the man's nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the rancher'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."
(I love this part )
The old rancher smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck"
Moral of this story: Never Fool Around with a Wyoming Rancher
A big city California lawyer went duck hunting in Wyoming. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a rancher's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly rancher drove up in his pickup 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 in to retrieve it."
The old rancher 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 US. If you don't let me get that duck. I'll sue you and take everything you own."
The old rancher smiled and said. "Apparently you don't know how we do things in Wyoming. We settle small disagreements like this with the Wyoming Three Kick Rule.
The lawyer asked. "What is the Wyoming Three Kick Rule?"
The Rancher 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 codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.
The old rancher slowly climbed out of his pickup 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 ripped the man's nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the rancher'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."
(I love this part )
The old rancher smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck"
Moral of this story: Never Fool Around with a Wyoming Rancher
