"She is silent on track but works close and is on the coon before they go far. Once treed she will chop all night."
HaHa.
Reminds me of standing in the woods on a pitch black night with a party of (about eight or 10)'coon hunters, some holding flashlights and others with headlamps.
One looks up and says "That's 'ol Luther, he's got a track.
Another one says "Yep, and that there's 'ol Joe."
Don't know how they could tell them apart, but they could.
After they ran my butt through the briars and bushes all night I was never so glad to hear anything as I was to hear the words "Boys, h'its treed."