Hunted them for years in the Trinty and Old and Lost river bottoms until old Bill died. He was a Black and Tan/ Redbone cross, tree coons all night and squirrels during the day. He was a once in a lifetime dog, when you got tired just blow the cow horn and he was coming in. If he sat down on a tree go to looking cause he was there. I lost old Bill when he was fourteen had to put him to sleep due to cancer I cried like a baby over that old hound. The last year or so he had gotten to old to hunt and I had a couple of young dogs I couldn't stand to leave him so he went with me on a leash. I just lost interest in coon hunting after that.
Got ole Rube now as good a squirrel dog as I ever owned she is five so we got a few years left.