What did the wind have to do with catching the first coon?

The wind knocked over a tree and a coon scampered out when it fell, assisting the dogs in catching their first coon.

Another gust of wind caught in the top of the big tree. It started popping and snapping. I knew it was going to fall. Grabbing my dogs by their collars, I backed off to safety.

Out of the broken, twisted, tangled mass streaked a brown furry ball. I turned my dogs loose and started screaming at the top of my voice, “Get him, Dan, get him.”