The Hunter and the Farmer

A big city man is out hunting.
Wearing the full package, he blissfully and full of anticipation, walks down a beautiful field.
The hunter was quick. Blam! He shoots the shit out of a prime duck.
The duck sort-of semi-exploded mid-air, but proceeded to down itself onto the field.
A proud man walked tall to claims his trophy-duck. The only thing wrong, was the angry farmer coming ever-closer to the scene of hunting succes.

"That, sir, is my duck." said the elderly farmer.
"Well, sir, I did shoot the thing." replied the hunter.
"It's my field, the duck landed on my field. It's my duck... We can, however, do a deal. It's a tradition around these parts. How we settle things." the farmer said before the hunter could quarrel any further.

The two men then proceeded to engage in this tradition.
"One man kicks the other in the nuts. You know, until one gives up." the farmer said. "And because it's my field, Imma go first."
The hunter was a man of logical thinking. Pragmatic.
He lined up and prepared...

3 days later he wakes up in a terrifyingly white room. He had passed out from the well-placed blow to the baby-making parts.
All that keeps him going through the pain is revenge.

5 days later he is back. Ready for retaliation, he knocks on the farmer's door.
"What do you want?" says the farmer with a quaint look on his seasoned face.
"Revenge! It's my turn now, I didn't give up"
"You can keep the duck, sir"