new yorker jurist geht nach miami, äh: in den süden

A big wheel New York corporate lawyer decides to go duck hunting in the deep South.
He arrives, sets up, and almost immediately up comes some ducks and wonder of wonders, he shoots and hits one. It falls on the other side of a fence, marked, "No Trespassing." "Hey," he figures, "Big deal, what're some hayside farmers gonna do to a big shot like me?" So he climbs over the fence and goes for the duck. A voice calls out - he looks up and sees an old geezer on an even older tractor.
"What 'ya doin', boy?"
"Getting my duck," says the lawyer.
"No yer not, that there's my duck? it landed on my propity? soes its mine."
"Listen old man, you know who you're dealing with? I'm one of the biggest, baddest attorneys you ever saw? I'll sue you and take everything you own."
"Tell 'ya what, Sonny. Let's take it to our little way of settlin' legal matters around these here parts, let's do it the 'Three Kick' rule."
"What's that, old man?"
"It's simple, I start by kickin' you three times, then it be your turn to kick me three times, last one standing wins."
Hmmm, thinks the lawyer, this is an old man. He couldn't kick too hard and I'll kick him so hard he'll never remember his own name? teach him a lesson he'll never forget? so why not?
"OK," says the lawyer, "give it your best shot."
The old farmer slowly climbs down from his tractor, takes aim, and swiftly kicks the lawyer right between the legs causing him to fall to his knees, then the farmer walks around and kicks him in the kidneys. The lawyer falls over and the farmer walks around again and kicks him in the head.
Slowly the lawyer gets to his feet, groaning, but mad as hell and ready to get even. But he sees the farmer sitting back on the tractor and calls out,
"Hey, old man, what about my turn?"
"Ah, that's okay young fellow, you go ahead and take the duck, I don't want it after all."