I taught them how to split up on a riverbank to search for the hidden trail,
because it was impossible to tell where a coon would come out of the water.
Sometimes he might swim downstream and other times he might swim upstream.
Maybe he would come back to the bank he had just left, or he would cross over to the other side.
Perhaps he would stop in the middle of the stream on an old drift.
Sometimes he would come out of the water by catching the dangling limbs of a leaning birch and climbing up, never touching the bank.
Or he could come out on the same trail he used to go in, and back-track.
He would sometimes crawl up under an undermined bank or into an old muskrat den.
One of the favorite tricks of a smart old ringtail is the treebarking trick.
This he accomplished by running far up on the side of a tree and using his stout legs for leverage,
springing twenty or thirty feet away before touching the ground.
Dumb hounds trail up to the tree and start bawling treed.
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