MackeyStingray
01-10-2002, 06:17 AM
A duck hunter was waiting in an open field near a pond when a covey of? ducks flew over at low altitude. Aiming carefully and quickly he fired and down fell a duck. As he and his faithful dog approached their kill a rather imposing looking farmer appeared and motioned to the hunter to stop.
The 6' 6", 245 lb. farmer asked the hunter what he thought he was doing.
"Well, I? hunting ducks," he replied to the farmer? question. "I just killed one and now I'm going to pick it up and put it in my bag."
The farmer then stated that the duck was not the hunter? because, "I own the land and the sky over it; Since the duck fell on my land - I own the duck!"
After a short but spirited argument the hunter and the farmer could see that neither was willing to give up the duck to the other. The hunter then offered a remedy to the problem. He said, "In the age of the Vikings, when problems such as this arose, the two arguing Vikings would agree to take turns kicking each other in the groin until one of them couldn't continue. The victor would then win the argument. I suggest we do this tried and true age-old remedy to settle the question about who owns the duck."
The farmer, who was much larger than the slightly built hunter, agreed and in a gentlemanly gesture encouraged the hunter to "go ahead and kick first."
Kick is exactly what he did!? The hunter reeled back and, with all of his might, he kicked the farmer right square in the groin!
The farmer immediately fell to the ground. He writhed in excruciating pain for several minutes after which he finally struggled to his knees. Coughing and holding his gut he staggered to his feet barely holding his balance. Another ten minutes passed and still the farmer couldn't speak -- he could barely breathe!? All the while the hunter and his dog stood nearby waiting for the farmer to take his turn...
Finally, when the farmer felt strong enough to stand he muttered in a very angry and determined growl, "Now it? my turn!"
He slowly regained his full massive stature and positioned himself to kick -- when suddenly the hunter said, "Nah, you go ahead and keep the duck!"
The 6' 6", 245 lb. farmer asked the hunter what he thought he was doing.
"Well, I? hunting ducks," he replied to the farmer? question. "I just killed one and now I'm going to pick it up and put it in my bag."
The farmer then stated that the duck was not the hunter? because, "I own the land and the sky over it; Since the duck fell on my land - I own the duck!"
After a short but spirited argument the hunter and the farmer could see that neither was willing to give up the duck to the other. The hunter then offered a remedy to the problem. He said, "In the age of the Vikings, when problems such as this arose, the two arguing Vikings would agree to take turns kicking each other in the groin until one of them couldn't continue. The victor would then win the argument. I suggest we do this tried and true age-old remedy to settle the question about who owns the duck."
The farmer, who was much larger than the slightly built hunter, agreed and in a gentlemanly gesture encouraged the hunter to "go ahead and kick first."
Kick is exactly what he did!? The hunter reeled back and, with all of his might, he kicked the farmer right square in the groin!
The farmer immediately fell to the ground. He writhed in excruciating pain for several minutes after which he finally struggled to his knees. Coughing and holding his gut he staggered to his feet barely holding his balance. Another ten minutes passed and still the farmer couldn't speak -- he could barely breathe!? All the while the hunter and his dog stood nearby waiting for the farmer to take his turn...
Finally, when the farmer felt strong enough to stand he muttered in a very angry and determined growl, "Now it? my turn!"
He slowly regained his full massive stature and positioned himself to kick -- when suddenly the hunter said, "Nah, you go ahead and keep the duck!"