As a kid growing up in Eastern North Carolina I got to tag along on a few coon hunts. Though I never figured why they were called hunts. The coon was rarely killed as the mere "treeing" of the critter ended the hunt and crowned the winning hound that "tree'd" the coon first. I remember hearing the hounds running and how the sound would change once the hound had tree'd the coon. They called this sound an "Old Man's Moonlight Serenade"
