A man from the city had gone out into the country to do some duck hunting. After all day in the blind he hadn't killed a thing. While walking back up the road to his truck a lone duck passed over head. The hunter threw up and BLAM nailed the duck. The duck however fell on the other side of the road next to a farmers barn. Thinking nothing of it the hunter hopped over the fence and ran to get his duck. Just as he laid hands on it he heard a voice behind him say, "Get your hands off my duck." He turned to see a rather large gruff looking farmer in bib overalls. "No sir",said the hunter," I shot this duck crossing the road over there, its my duck." "No it's laying on my land so it's my duck", said the farmer. The two men argued back and forth each getting louder and madder until the farmer finally said, "HOLD IT! "HOLD IT!" "I can see we are gonna have to settle this country style." The hunter was not familiar with this term and asked what exactly was "Country Style." "Well, the farmer said, "country style is where I kick you in the nuts and then you kick me in the nuts and we just keep trading kicks till one of us gives up. "Well, said the hunter, "if that's how its gotta be then that's how it's gotta be." "We're on my land so I go first", said the farmer. With that he hauled off and kicked the hunter square in the nuts with his boot. The hunter crumpled up and hit the ground just paralyzed with pain. He crawled and rolled around screaming and writhing in pain. It took him a full 15 minutes to compose himself enough to stand up again but finally he made it back to his feet. Alright you SOB, said the hunter, now its my turn! To which the farmer replied, "Naa, that's alright you can have the duck."