Hi, Mere. I'm doing pretty well. Still have a raft of residual issues. Guess it is my "new normal." Starting to get used to "new" normals at my age.
Most of the advice above is all pretty good - at least in theory. I try to practice it too. The idea of "ignore it, just keep going" is kind of stupid. Try that with cancer sometime. If you are at least aware of a threat then DO something about it. Which normally means slow way down and be prepared to stop instantly.
There are some obvious things:
Deer are more active from about sunset to an hour after sunrise. Be especially alert when there is brush and cover close to the road. Where there is one deer there are usually several. They are totally unpredictable, and mostly totally witless, and may scatter in any direction, not necessarily following the leader. (Usually they do follow the leader, but hardly always.)
In any case, NONE of that was true to me. Like Sheepdog's Nebraska friend, I was hit by the deer running full out, at noon, with only minimal cover. The deer hit my front wheel, turning it, and I high sided. I did not see anything but a brown blur under my wheel AFTER I was running over it and the bike was already going down.
I can only assume something other than me had spooked the deer and it had started running long before I came along. Sue was riding about 30 yards behind me, and two other sets of bikers just behind her. I was in plain view of all of them. Sue said it came so fast it was just a blur and the other two experienced riders said that they didn't even see it and had no idea why I went down until they saw the dead deer. So NONE of the good advice applied to me. It was a fluke.
I will say that having on the proper gear and helmet saved me from far worse injury and probably saved my life; that and the fact that because I was riding with Sue I was going at a much slower pace (about 50) than I would have been had I been alone. And had I been alone I don't know how long it would have been before someone came along that isolated valley road. Thank God Sue was on her own bike and not riding behind me. Before she started riding her own bike I used to joke that she should so that at least one of us would be around after a crash. I no longer think it is a joke.
Anyway, take all the care you can, and wear the right protective gear. And, yes, you knew this was coming: pray.
I am sure glad that you didn't get hurt. I'd trade the tears for the trauma unit any day of the week. And your heart beat will return to normal any day now!
God bless, Mare.
Monte