The Judge President of the Cape Bar went duck hunting in rural LimpopoProvince . He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence.
As the judge climbed over the fence, an elderly Afrikaans farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing...
The Judge 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 judge said, 'I am one of the most important judges in South Africa 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 LimpopoProvince. We settle small disagreements like this with the 'Three Kick Rule.'
The Judge asked, 'What is the 'Three Kick Rule'?'
The Farmer replied, 'Well, because the dispute occurs on my land, I get to go first. I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on back and forth until someone gives up.'
The Judge quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He also liked the idea of kicking an Afrikaner so he agreed to abide by the local custom.
The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the Judge. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel toed work boot into the judge's groin and dropped him to his knees!
His second kick to the midriff sent the judge's last meal gushing from his mouth. The judge was on all fours when the farmer's third kick to his rear end, sent him face-first into a fresh cow pat.
Summoning every bit of his will and remaining strength the judge very slowly managed to get to his feet. Wiping his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, 'Okay, you old Afrikaans f**t. Now it's my turn.'
(I love this part)
The old farmer smiled and said, 'Nah, I give up. You can have the duck.'
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