A young hotshot lawyer, fresh out of the University of Iowa Law School, decided to go pheasant hunting with a few of his buddies. Finally, after hours of hunting, the lawyer was able to hit a bird that went down behind a group of trees.
The lawyer followed the dogs, but came to a fence line, from where he could see the dead bird. He jumped the fence and headed for the bird when suddenly an Old farmer, wearing his ISU cap, appeared.
Noticing the lawyer's blaze orange hawkeye cap, the farmer said: " What do you think you're doing on my property; didn't you notice that fence?
To which the lawyer responded, "I'd just like to grab my bird and go."
"Nope" said the farmer, "That bird belongs to me now."
"Please?" responded the lawyer
"I'll make you a deal" relplied the Old Man, "we can apply the Three-Hit-Rule - we take turns hitting each other three times as hard as we can, anywhere we can land the hit. When one of us gives up, the other person gets the bird."
Reluctantly, the lawyer agreed.
"Since this is my property, I get to go first." said the farmer
The farmer wound up and landed his first hit directly in the lawyers stomach, making him double over on the ground. The farmer then took his steel toe boots and kicked the lawyer with all his might, right in the jaw. The lawyer flew backwards and was laying on his back on the ground in excrutiating pain. The farmer once more took his boot and planted it squarely in the lawyer's groin. The lawyer let out a huge yelp of pain and curled up in the fetal position.
After a few minutes, bleeding & bruised, the lawyer regained some composure and was able to muster the strength to stand. He said to the farmer. "Now it's my turn old man, and you're never gonna get up when I'm done with you!"
As the lawyer began to wind up for his first blow the old man relaxingly said, "I give up, you win, go ahead and take your bird!"