My Dad was a coonhunting fanatic. Some of my fondest memories are about going hunting with him. He hunted 7 nights a week, weather permitting. Had some outstanding dogs in his life. the last ones he owned were a Redbone- Mountain Trig mix, and a Bluetick- Black and Tan. when them dogs treed, the coon was either in it, or on it! He surely loved the hunt.