We had some jack-leg lawyer from Yankee-land get retained to come down to our little county on a Robbery case. Dude showed up in a conservative pin-stripe dark suit, school tie, manicure and shoes polished to a mirror-shine.
I walked into the court-room in a pair of pressed jeans, red-and-blue Brushpopper shirt, ropers and my court rig and I thought his eyelids were going to break off from the blinking.
Then the judge walked in, and he was wearing jeans (pressed), a BACA t-shirt, ostrich ropers and a Stetson with about forty pounds of fish hooks, buzz-tail fangs and hat-pins on it.
The court reporter was 6-6 and looked like Hulk Hogan right down to the horseshoe mustache. Again, pressed jeans, a Brushpopper shirt and a styled-out 1911 in the nicest court rig I've ever laid eyes on.
The DA was the only one wearing a coat, and it was Western-styled, over jeans (pressed) and Lucchese boots.
I was looking at that defense lawyer, and you could tell that he thought he had this one in his pocket. Here we were, a bunch of no 'count hicks, and there he was, straight out of L.A. Law.
That lasted until the first recess, when the judge called him to the stand after the jury left and told him: "Son, I'm going to give you a bit of advice. You look like a banker. Your jury is composed of ranchers and farmers, who have all mortgaged their property to bankers, and they all know someone who has had their spread taken by bankers, and they don't like bankers. Go get yourself some jeans, before your client loses his case because the jury hates his lawyer."
He did. Still lost the case, though.
LawDog
I walked into the court-room in a pair of pressed jeans, red-and-blue Brushpopper shirt, ropers and my court rig and I thought his eyelids were going to break off from the blinking.
Then the judge walked in, and he was wearing jeans (pressed), a BACA t-shirt, ostrich ropers and a Stetson with about forty pounds of fish hooks, buzz-tail fangs and hat-pins on it.
The court reporter was 6-6 and looked like Hulk Hogan right down to the horseshoe mustache. Again, pressed jeans, a Brushpopper shirt and a styled-out 1911 in the nicest court rig I've ever laid eyes on.
The DA was the only one wearing a coat, and it was Western-styled, over jeans (pressed) and Lucchese boots.
I was looking at that defense lawyer, and you could tell that he thought he had this one in his pocket. Here we were, a bunch of no 'count hicks, and there he was, straight out of L.A. Law.
That lasted until the first recess, when the judge called him to the stand after the jury left and told him: "Son, I'm going to give you a bit of advice. You look like a banker. Your jury is composed of ranchers and farmers, who have all mortgaged their property to bankers, and they all know someone who has had their spread taken by bankers, and they don't like bankers. Go get yourself some jeans, before your client loses his case because the jury hates his lawyer."
He did. Still lost the case, though.
LawDog
