One weekend, a man from the city decided to go duck hunting. He headed for the country and stopped at a field that looked as
though it could attract ducks. While walking through a field, several ducks flew overhead. He aimed, fired, and shot one of
the ducks out of the sky. However, the duck landed on the other side of a large irrigation ditch with no signs of any nearby
crossing.
He briefly thought about leaving the duck but realized that the weather was becoming worse. Not wanting to return home empty
handed, he decided to try and find some way across. About a quarter mile further ahead he found a crossing and, as he walked
back along the other side, came across a farmer who was carrying his duck.
"Excuse me?" he said, "I believe that's my duck you're carrying."
"Oh I don't think so," replied the farmer, "It landed on my property. This here's my duck."
They argued back and forth for a few minutes and then the farmer suggested a solution.
"Let's settle this the country way. We'll take turns kicking each other in the balls and the first man to give in, gives up
the duck."
The hunter thought about it for a minute. At first he questioned the sanity of engaging in a "ball-kicking" contest but felt
he was tough enough and accepted the challenge.
"Alright then," Said the farmer, "I'll go first."
The hunter took a deep breath and prepared himself for the blow. The farmer reared back and kicked the hunter in the balls as
hard as he could. The hunter moaned and dropped to the ground, rolling around in pain as he grasped his groin. After several
minutes the hunter recovered to his feet, took several deep breaths and said, "Okay, now it's my turn."
The farmer looks at the hunter, shakes his head and says, "Oh, that's okay, you can have you're duck."
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