This guy kills a deer with his bare hands. I love it. When a deer busts into the house, how much of a man's man do you have to be to react by rolling up your sleeves and announcing, "Stand back, everybody, I'll take care of this fucking deer."
How much of a man do you have to be to not give up after ten minutes, not twenty, not thirty, but to go ahead and take a full forty minutes to destroy that deer? As it this point, is it even about protecting anyone anymore? Is it about preventing damage to your daughter's room? Or, after about five minutes, was there a moment where he got kicked in the leg and decided, Okay, deer--this just got personal.
"Honey, call the police. I'm going to go back and keep fighting the deer. ...Why? Because he's a little bitch, that's why."
I also like that the police gave him time to kill the deer before they got there, and that the family apparently just waited out in the house while he fought in the bedrooom.
"You need any help in there, Wayne?"
"No, I've [CRASH] almost got him. He's [SLAM] getting tired. [RUMBLE THUMP CRUNCH] Y'all just sit tight, I'm fine. Venison for dinner tonight."
If this was how people hunted deer, deer hunting would be about a million times awesomer.