City slicker was out in the country for a week of duck hunting. It was cold and raining all week and to make matters worse, the city slicker had seen nary a duck. Then on the last day of hunting, a lone duck came into view. He shot and the duck fell from the sky, bounced off a farmer's barn roof, and came to rest in the farmers yard. Undaunted the city slicker climbed over the fence, and just as he was about t6he pick up the duck, he heard the farmer clearing his throat.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" asked the farmer. The city slicker explained that after a week of hunting he finally bagged this duck, to which the farmer replied "My yard, my duck!". The city slicker argued his point until finally the farmer said, "OK, we'll settle this country fashion!"

The city slicker asked "What's this country fashion?"

The farmer replied, "That's where I kick you in your groin as hard as I can, then you kick me in the groin as hard as you can. We keep this up until someone gives up both the game and the duck!"

The city slicker thought long and hard about this painful game, and after weighing this against his unsucessful hunting trip finally agreed.

The farmer said, "OK I go first" He kick hard and squarely into the city slicker's groin dropping him instantly. The city slicker writhed in pain for nearly 1/2 hour. Finally the city slicker struggled to his feet. He looked the farmer in the eye, and said "OK, now it's MY TURN!!!"

The farmer said, "Ahhh you can have the duck"