Nearly a mile deep into the dense woods, we paused to listen. Moments later, frenzied barking from several excited dogs erupted and echoed through the previously silent, dark forest. With help from GPS systems on the dog collars, the owners quickly determined the pack’s exact location.
“They got one treed about a quarter-mile away. Let’s go,” commanded Sam Hatton, one of the dog owners.
Armed only with headlights, I raced with Sam, my son Daniel and Franky and Wesley Coan through the northern Alabama wilderness punctuated by small creeks and numerous water-filled potholes oozing with fog. Sounds the barking dogs made told us they treed a raccoon and which direction we should go but could not tell us about all the nearly impenetrable brambles, thickets, stumps and fallen logs we needed to traverse to reach them. Dogs can more easily...