An Arkansas man heard crashing glass in his daughter's bedroom.
He went in there to see what it was.
It was a huge five-point whitetail buck, thrashing about.
My favorite quote from the article:
Goldsberry intended to have the deer processed for its meat.
That just sounds fucking pimp. "I have bested ye in hand-to-hand combat, and now will have ye processed for thy meat." Word, Arkansas dude. Word.