A group of ducks fly over as a hunter stands up and shoots.
A duck falls, but on the other side of a fence.
The hunter approaches the fence and sees a farmer next to the duck.
“Can I have the duck I shot?” asks the hunter.
“It’s on my property, it’s my duck, unless you’d like me to call the
cops.” responds the farmer.
“We could settle this like real men.” responds the hunter.
“Okay, the farmer says, we’ll hit eachother in the face and the
first not to get up loses the duck.”
“Fine.” says the hunter.
So the farmer hits the hunter squarely in the face.
The hunter kneels over and slowly raises up.
“Okay you …!. It’s my turn.” Says the hunter as he draws back his fist.
“That’s okay.” says the farmer, “you can keep the duck.”