I took one out on a 450 Rebel, I was doing about 65-70 down a main road here, around midnight Nov. of 09, all I remember was seeing the deer, about 1/2 second or less of sliding, and then sitting up and wiggling my fingers and toes as a car was going around the bike and kept going. I never touched my head to the ground, it's just a blocked memory and I'm good with that. While I was waiting for my parents to come with a trailer, I found the marks on the road from the bike, and walked along it heel to toe and there was about 130 feet of sliding.
The next day I went to my friends house who was loaning me the bike, I pulled up in my parents car, and since I think I pulled a muscle in my thigh, I was using crutches, when I rang the door bell his girlfriend looked up and her eyes started tearing up right away, she knew something happened to me on the bike, there's no other reason a biker would go to another bikers house in a car, unless he had kids, and especially not on crutches. I told them and they made sure I was ok, asked how the bike held up, fortunately I had a full face strapped to the right side of the seat, and that kept the bike from touching the ground btw.
Over the next week or 2 I was examining the bike trying to figure out what happened, where the dent in the gas tank came from, etc. I determined that I hit her head with my windshield, snapping her neck, so the meat was still good, she made a mean stew and chili, along with lots of Venison Helpers. After taking the bike up and down my road carefully to make sure it was safe to ride, I brought it back to my friends house about 15 miles away, and on that ride, I found out the dent on the tank was from my knee.
I was EXTREMELY lucky, if I had hit anything but the deers head, I'd have been a goner, or at least wishing I was, and my friends would've hated themselves for letting me borrow the bike that did me in. I remember once I noticed my fingers and toes were moving, I looked at my right sleeve on my jacket, which I've had now for over 10 years, and it was shredded, it put a couple holes in the hoodie i had underneath it, and a couple small ones in my arm, one the size of a nickel, the other about the size of a dime.
When I got the CX's, the following Feb, and I started riding, every time I saw the glowing dot on a mailbox I'd start having flashbacks from Nam and shit lol, but it got better fairly quickly, still get nervous when I see them sometimes, but I can usually tell that it's not a deer right away.....