I do not, in any way, like lawyers....but I also know that we need some of them. This guy sounds like a complete wacko lawyer," gonna' show them country hicks a thing or two," then builds a fence and wants them to pay for their half of the fence. May be a law in some places, but where I live, you do something like that you sure don't need to worry about your cattle being left alone, you best worry about you being left alone!! There are words that describe this kind of lawyer-person, but my upbringing won't allow me to use them where women and children may see them in print!!
And speaking of Lawyers moving to the country; and, being's how it's Friday.
A hotshot Northeastern Lawyer goes duck hunting in Texas. He shoots a duck on his lease, but the duck lands in the field acroos the road. As he crosses back over the fence after retrieving his duck, an old farmer on an old tractor come chugging up to a halt.
The farmer says, "That was my property you were on, son."
The lawyer screams, "Do you know who I am? I'll sue the snot out of you if you don't get outa my face!"
The farmer says, "Well, down here we have what we call the '3-Kick' rule, to settle disputes. We take turns kicking each other 3 times, until one of us gives up."
The Lawyer looks at the 80-something old man and sneers, "All right old man, I'll even let you go first!"
The farmer slowly gets off the tractor, knees creaking. Walks up to the lawyer and plants a steel-toed work boot into the lawyer's crotch. The lawyer drops to his knees, gasping for air. The farmer plants his second kick in the stomach, doubling the lawyer over. The third kick is delivered square in the face, splattering the lawyer's nose.
Gasping, spitting blood, and in horrible pain, the lawyer says, "All right you old S.O.B. Now it's MY turn."
The farmer says, "Nah, I give up. You can keep the duck."