Those were exactly my first thoughts when I saw him. Edgar Winter it is.
My only other experience with a white deer was a long time ago, but it's a good story (IMO).
In 1988, I worked at an animal compound near Pittsboro that dealt with third world endanagered carnivores, (tigers, leopards, jaguars, servals, caracals, civets, etc.). On December 18th, my birthday, we got a call from some women who had rescued a white doe from Jordan Lake. A pack of wild dogs had run the deer into the water and kept following it along the bank, the deer swam until it was almost exhausted. The women got an inflatable raft, paddled out, and recovered the deer (in mid-December!). They carried it to a horse barn that one of them owned, but the deer was stiff, and its breathing was shallow.
They called the N.C. Wildlife Resources Commission, who told them to let nature take it's course, and that deer weren't endangered. Next, they called NC Forestry, who told them that they were about trees, not animals. Since we dealt with animals, they called us next. I got sent with a volunteer driver to see what, if anything could be done for the doe. When I got there, she was on a bed of hay, covered in a horse blanket. She was cool to the touch, breathing was shallow & labored, and the color was draining out of her lips and tongue. I stood her up on all four legs and she could drive off her hind legs, which proved that she didn't have a spinal injury. Her balance was off and she couldn't stand on her own. We loaded her into the back seat of an Isuzu Trooper on my lap with her legs belted together. We belted her legs, because we didn't need to have that deer come to and start flailing around inside the Trooper. The warmer air inside the vehicle seemed to help, but she was definitely in shock, and incredibly weak.
When we returned to the compound, I carried her into the house, laid her on a sleeping bag beside the wood stove, and hoped for the best. I gathered up about a bushel of honeysuckle off the front fence, raked up about a gallon of white oak acorns, and I stoked the fire in the stove up. I dried her off with paper towels and set a bowl of water beside her. Gradually, she started coming around. Eventually, she ate the honeysuckle like a mower and chomped down about half of the acorns. She got up and walked around, surveying her surroundings, I'm sure wondering where the hell she was.
The next morning, I lead her out to the compound, so she couldn't wander off. The big cats all bounced off their cages, hunting her, and wanted to eat her, especially the tigers. She went down to the best cover in the compound by the lynx cages and feasted on more honeysuckle. We left her alone for the rest of the day. I called a buddy of mine, who owns 300 acres out by the Rocky River, where we released her the following day. They still see white deer out there from time to time. Oh, we named her Jane Doe.
Jim