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A Story About Rouchambeu

This takes place in the North woods way back when. There happens to be this French fur trapper and he has caught a big beaver in one of his traps. Well, this beaver isn't dying without a fight. The beaver takes off, trap and all, and runs until it gets to a hay field and dies there. A farmer spots the dead beaver in his hay field and runs over to take it home for dinner. The fur trapper sees the farmer going for his beaver. He yells at the farmer, "Hey that's my beaver, I caught it!" The farmer looking at the fur trapper says, "Sorry buddy but this beaver died on my property, therefore it is mine." The fur trapper looks at the farmer. "I have an idea, I'll Rouchambeu you for the beaver." Rouchambeu?" the farmer says with a look of confusion, "What the hell is Rouchambeu." The fur trapper, knowing he has the farmer beat, says, "Well, Rouchambeu is a French way of settling disputes, The way we Rouchambeu is very simple, we kick each other in the groin, whoever is standing last gets to keep the prize." "Sounds fair," the farmer says. The fur trapper states, "Seeing as I am such a nice guy, I'll let you go first." The farmer rears back and slams his boot into the groin of the fur trapper with such might that the trapper turns purple and then falls to the ground like a ton of bricks. He lies there motionless for about five minutes until the pain resides enough for him to get up. "Okay, now it's my turn" says the fur trapper in great pain. "Nah," says the farmer, "I was going to let you keep the beaver anyway."