This was the my first redbone coonhound, Liza. In 1987, she was left in the woods near Amherst, Massachusetts by her owner/hunter, because she was not good at hunting. It took the animal control officer a few weeks to catch her. I just happened to walk into the town shelter the day before Liza was scheduled to be killed. They gave her to me free, relieved not to have to end her life. She was a great dog.