As he neared the barnyard and the dead duck, the hunter could see he'd gotten himself a beauty. But when he was a mere 20 paces from the duck, a farmer emerged from the barn, scooped up the duck and headed for his house. It was lying in my barnyard. I shot it and it just happened to fall here. Okay, city fella.
Last man standing wins the duck.
That is, unless you're yella. Since we're on my property, I'll go first. With that, the farmer took a half step back, steadied himself, and kicked the hunter square in the crotch as hard as humanly possible. The hunter screamed like an animal for 15 minutes. He curled up in a ball, turned three shades of purple and nearly died.