And it lands on the property of a farmer. As the boy walks up to retrieve his fresh kill, the farmer stops him and clears his throat.
"S'cuse me son, but that's my duck", grumbles the Farmer.
"Well I shot it so its mine", argued the City Boy.
That you did, but it landed on my property and 'round these parts that means that the duck is mine, dead or alive".
The City boy glared at the farmer and the two exchanged glances.
During this, the Farmer remembered an old tradition his Paw used to use to resolve situations like this one.
"You know what boy? I respect you, so we will settle this like farmers do."
"So heres ho we do it: I kick you in the nuts then in return, you kick me in the nuts. We keep going till somebody drops. Whoever is standing last gets to keep the duck".
The City Boy looked suspicious but, being a punter on his high school football team years back, decides to give it a try.
The Farmer goes first. He winds up, twists his hips, ans delivers a huge blow to the Boys balls. He buckles his knees but manages to stay standing, cursing and turning red.
The City Boy then gets enraged and excited to return an even more painful kick. As he winds up the Farmer stops him and says:
"Fuck it, keep the duck."
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