The last half of November in Michigan means firearm deer season. And that's when I go hunting, since I've never been a bow hunter and honestly am not that interested at this point in my life in becoming one (DH keeps hoping he can convince me to try a crossbow). I have so many other things I need to be doing in October and early November than sitting in a tree stand for hours.
Late November, however, is a different story. I still have lots of things that need my time, but I try to squeeze in deer hunting with a shotgun. Some years I hunt much of those two weeks, and other years (like the last couple) I may only get into the woods 3 or 4 times of the possible 32 hunts available (we're talking mornings and evenings times 16 days)
This year I got to the woods quite a bit, seeing lots of sunrises and a few sunsets; DH stayed in a couple evenings and brought horses in for me, otherwise I came in from the woods before dark so I could get horses in while there was still enough light to see by. My vision is terrible in the dark.
Sunrise on the 16th.

Fiery looking sunrise on 11/18

a pastel sunset 11/16
walking to the pastures as the sun went down on 11/19
Crockett wanting to know why I'm late on the 23rd.
(I was "held hostage" by several deer coming in 10 minutes before I'd wanted to get out of the tree stand.)
The 'deer season' dish towel was hung on the upper oven door in late November. Because, well, I do like to keep the towel that hangs there in theme with the seasons of the year. I'm not super into decorating, but I do have some girlish tendencies. Full disclosure: this towel is about 10 years old, so probably no longer fashionable to any woman but me. I guess I'm assuming any woman but me did ever think it was fashionable. Ha.

DH tagged out of bucks during bow season. He did go buy an antlerless tag, but was in no hurry to use it during November. So he was mostly a fair weather hunter, and mostly watching more than aiming at anything. Which is why he was unusually interested in volunteering to bring in horses for dinner feed so that I could get a full evening hunt in.
He was also gone for 10 days in late November to do some elk hunting in Colorado (which was a bust). Which meant all of those evenings I had to choose to a) skip hunting or b) do an abbreviated evening hunt because *I* had to bring horses in for their dinner on time. He's only so saintly, but he is getting better at it than he used to be, LOL.
I saw lots and lots of does and this year's fawns, but as the only one in this household still in possession of a tag that can be used on a buck, I was not going to shoot a doe in November either. There's a whole ton of antlerless hunting coming up in December and January. I did see several smallish bucks: small 6 point, a couple of 4 points, a spikehorn and a few button bucks. Because there are so many bigger deer in our area (and because there's two 8-points in the freezer all ready), I try to never shoot any buck smaller than a six-point, so I did not do more than watch those little guys.
While DH was a fair weather hunter when he was home, I sat in both super windy weather and sleety/ice pellet weather, not just the calm sunny days. We did have a lot more calm sunny days than usual, and I think I went out for a total of 12 hunts. Which is about three times as many as I did the year before. If I hadn't been the only one home and having to deal with the internet situation and meeting technicians when they came to (not) fix things, I would have made it to the tree stand about five more times. Oh well.
I did not get many deer photos, mostly of this button buck that wanted to be my buddy (or, rather, was clueless I existed in that great big tree) on a Sunday morning. He hung around for well over an hour, first searching in the oak leaves for acorns to eat, then going and bedding down about 15 yards from me for a snooze.
naptime
Every year I pack a book to read during slow times in the woods. This year I read Silas Marner. Partly chosen because of it's slim, easy to carry size. Partly because its a classic I had yet to read. And partly because the colors of the cover blend in with the camouflage I wore, LOL. As a review of the book itself, I found it a little slow in the beginning, but all that made sense as necessary info about a quarter of the way in, and I was quite interested in seeing how the story turned out after that. It's been a few years since I've read anything that is considered classic literature, and this was a nice docile break from modern fiction. Zero swear words! All conversations, even hostile ones, were worded so politely. Why can't we speak that way these days??

Anyway, November wrapped up without filling my deer tag. However, in my area of the state this year I can again go out with my shotgun during what would normally be muzzleloading season. So I am planning on seeing if I can get a buck then. If not, there will be late antlerless hunting until about the middle of January, so there's still the possibility of getting a doe before deer season comes to an end.
Oh, one last thought in relation to November's deer hunting. This year I observed something that made me think squirrels must be made of rubber. Or, like cats, they have nine lives. One morning, I was watching a couple of does coming in toward my tree when out of the corner of my eye I saw what I thought was a short chunky limb fall out of a tree near one of the deer. Only, when it hit the ground it broke apart and was actually two squirrels, not a piece of wood at all! They hit the (well padded with fallen leaves) ground, let go of each other, and scampered away as if falling 10+ feet to earth was no big deal and didn't hurt a bit. Hmm. Rubber squirrels. . .