Joke For You Hunters
A stock broker from New York went out on his first hunting trip alone. After four days in the cold and wet marsh, and after a dozen tries, he finally shot a duck. The duck spiraled down, and landed in a nearby farm.
The new hunter climbed the farm fence, and the farmer came out with a loaded shotgun pointing it at the hunter.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" asked the farmer.
"I shot this duck, and it's mine. I'm here to collect it."
The farmer took a long look at the hunter, and replied, "This is my farm, it landed here, so the duck is mine."
The two men glared angrily at each other for a moment. The farmer broke the silence:
"Tell you what. Around here, we have a way of resolving disputes like this."
The hunter had waited days for his trophy, so he was ready to hear any solution at this point.
The farmer said, "To decide who gets to keep the duck, we take turns kicking each other in the groin. Whoever gives up first has to give the duck to the winner."
The hunter didn't like the sound of that, but he agreed, because he really wanted to show that duck to the guys at the office.
The farmer decided that he should go first, since it was his property. The farmer leaned back, and sent a kick into the hunter's groin that made him go cross-eyed. The hunter collapsed on the ground, rolled back and forth, and howled like an insane animal. He pounded his fist against the dirt, and rolled some more. Breathlessly, he got back up, steadied himself, and said to the farmer, "Ok, now it's my turn."
The farmer replied, "You can keep the duck."
The new hunter climbed the farm fence, and the farmer came out with a loaded shotgun pointing it at the hunter.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" asked the farmer.
"I shot this duck, and it's mine. I'm here to collect it."
The farmer took a long look at the hunter, and replied, "This is my farm, it landed here, so the duck is mine."
The two men glared angrily at each other for a moment. The farmer broke the silence:
"Tell you what. Around here, we have a way of resolving disputes like this."
The hunter had waited days for his trophy, so he was ready to hear any solution at this point.
The farmer said, "To decide who gets to keep the duck, we take turns kicking each other in the groin. Whoever gives up first has to give the duck to the winner."
The hunter didn't like the sound of that, but he agreed, because he really wanted to show that duck to the guys at the office.
The farmer decided that he should go first, since it was his property. The farmer leaned back, and sent a kick into the hunter's groin that made him go cross-eyed. The hunter collapsed on the ground, rolled back and forth, and howled like an insane animal. He pounded his fist against the dirt, and rolled some more. Breathlessly, he got back up, steadied himself, and said to the farmer, "Ok, now it's my turn."
The farmer replied, "You can keep the duck."