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 laying in my barnyard. I shot it and it just happened to fall here. Okay, city fella. We'll settle this the country way.
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 3 shades of purple and nearly died.