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CBCyclone · 08-04-2008, 03:08 PM

A man went duck hunting out in the country, and spennt the whole day without seeing a single duck. Finally, as the sun is setting, he spies a single duck flying away from him, and he shot it down just before it passed out of sight. Excitedly, he ran off into the brush, hopped a fence, found the dead duck and scooped it up triumphantly.

"Hey there!" called a voice, "that's my duck!"

The hunter turned to see a very large farmer looming up behind him.

"No it's not, I just shot it!" exclaimed the hunter.

"Well, it's on my land, so it's my duck," the farmer said. "I reckon we'll have to settle this matter country-style," the farmer said gravely.

"Country style?, the man said, lloking perplexed."

"Yep," answered the farmer. "This is what we do. First I kick you in the nuts, and then you kick me in the nuts. And we keep taking turns until someone gives in."

The hunter reluctantly agreed, and the farmer took a dozen steps back, rand up to the hunter and kicked him square in the balls as hard as he could. The hunter crumpled to the ground, reeling. Minutes passed, and finally the hunter mustered the strength to stand up.

"Okay," croaked the hunter, "my turn."

"Nah, I give," said the farmer, you can have the duck."