[mookiemookie]

This guy has lived in New York City all his life and gets a three-day vacation which he decides he will take going duck hunting in the Adirondacks for the first time in his life.

He buys a nice 12-gauge shotgun, the coat, the boots, the hat and the whole schmear and for the first two days of the vacation he doesn't even see a duck.

About three-quarters through the last day he finally see a lone duck and shoots it, only to have it land on the roof of a barn and it rolls down the roof into a farmyard.

Just as he's climbing over the fence to get the duck he shot, a farmer comes out of the barn and says: "Where you goin', city-feller?"

"I'm going to retrieve my duck. I've spent a small fortune for this vacation and this is the last few hours of it and that's the ONLY duck I've shot, let alone seen the whole time."

"Well, not so fast 'cause you see, it's in my property and it's mine now", says the farmer.

"You've got to be kidding me after all this hiking through the muck, mud, over hill-n-dale and I'm tired and I want my duck now!" he says.

"OK", says the farmer, "we have a way to settle these sorts o' differences here in the woods. We take turns kicking each other in the testicles and the guy who passes out first, loses".

"Sounds kinda rough, but I guess I'm into it all the way by now" says the city guy.

"Well, that's real good, but since it's my property, I get the first kick" says the farmer.

And with that he plants his boot right smack into the city guy's crotch and the slicker falls down, puking and gagging, coughing and having uncontrollable screams of agony and as he rolls on the mud and manure in the barnyard for 20 minutes. Finally - he gasps and gets his breath and stands up feebly and says: "Well - I guess it's my turn to kick you now".

The farmer says: "Nah - you can have the duck".