We used to run coon with Drum. It was awesome. We would go out to a remote forest about midnight and let Drum out. Drum would take off, nose to the ground, into the darkness and we would just wait. Every now and then, Drum would let out a deep long bark to let us know where he was. When he found a coon trail he would let out a little shorter barks that were about a 20 seconds apart. We would all take off running through the dark, crossing fences and streams, climbing cliffs. It was great. As Drum got closer to the coon his barking would get closer together. That is when the race was on. We had to get to him soon because Walkers have much longer legs then other breeds of coonhounds, and they often catch the coon on the ground, which results in a fight that could leave him injured. When he treed the coon, he would let out short fast barks. Then you had to run flat out to get there before the coon decided to tap a tree. It is one of the funnest things you will ever do. Unfortunately today, it is rare that you can find a piece of land large enough to do it on. Back in those days (I am revealing my age here), land owners were not this over protective, paranoid, greedy breed of humans like what we have today. You could run your dogs over ten different properties chasing a coon and no one would think anything or that it was even odd. They understood that once the coonhound is let out, the chase goes where the coon leads.
For those that might question the ethics of coon hunting (killing an animal for sport alone). I don't hunt anything I do not eat. Raccoon is delicious. I would not eat these city coons, but a coon that is out in the forest is fine to eat.