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A Sydneysider went goose hunting in the Northern Territory. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a field on the other side of a fence.

As the southerner climbed over the fence, an elderly station owner drove up in his ute and asked him what he was doing. The southener responded, “I shot a goose and it fell in this field, and now I’m going to retrieve it.”

The old bloke replied. “This is my property, and you are not coming over here.” The indignant southerner said, “My friend is one of the best trial attorneys in NSW and, if you don’t let me get that goose, I’ll sue you and take everything you own.”

The old station owner smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we do things in the Territory. We settle small disagreements like this with the Humpty Doo “Three Kick Rule.”

The southerner asked, “What is the Humpty Doo Three Kick Rule?”

The station owner 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 southerner 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 station owner slowly climbed out of the ute and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the southerner’s groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly ripped the man’s nose off his face. The grunter was flat on his belly when the station owner’s third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up.

The southerner summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, “Okay, you old coot now it’s my turn.”

The old station owner smiled and said, “Naw, I give up. You can have the goose.”