Thanks all, for the well wishes. Really appreciated to know all you'se guys care.
One of the more curiously inexplicable circumstances about this little doe strike was that;
when it was over, and there were no deer entrails decorating the remainder of my bike's front end,
and there was only (relatively) minor damage to the venerable bass boat blue beast,
and as I was riding it home with the headlight bucket aiming for Ursula Major,
I felt a certain eerie calm elation at having cheated the reaper just a while today.
Weird... I know. And maybe just a touch melodramatic.
But hey, that's how I roll.