A big city lawyer went duck hunting out in the country. He'd be out since the crack of dawn and hadn't seen a thing. Finally he sees a solitary duck. He quickly takes aim and drops the duck, but it fell into a farmer's field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence to collect the duck, a big, burly good ole' boy drives up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing.
The lawyer replied, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field. Now I'm going in to retrieve it."
The country boy looked the lawyer in the eyes and stated firmly, "This is my property, and you are not coming over here."
The lawyer huffed angrily, "I've been out here all damn day and haven't seen a thing. I finally see this duck, shoot it, and now I'm going to get it."
The country boy smiled. "You're not getting this duck. But I tell you what, I'm a reasonable man. We'll settle this disagreement the country way."
The lawyer asked, "What's the country way?"
The country boy answered, "Well, we take turns kicking each other in the balls, and the first person to give up wins."
By this time the city guy was furious. "Fine, let's do this!"
"Well, since it is my property, I get to go first." said the farmer. He walked up to the city guy and just nailed him in the nuts. The city guy rolls around on the ground for about fifteen minutes in pure agony.
The city guy summons every bit of his will, wipes away the tears in his eyes, and manages to get to his feet. "Okay you country bumpkin, now it's my turn."
The country boy looked at the city guy and said, "Aww, you can have the duck."
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