I'd coon hunted with some old timers down in the hills of East KY years ago. They used mules almost exclusively, and I couldn't tell the difference between riding a mule and a horse. At that time though, the only horses I'd ever ridden were at the town festival and walked around in a circle. I probably fell off at least 8 times.
The memory of coon hunting from mules may be tempered by sentiment, but 25 years later it seems like it was fun. Then I remember declining every invitation I got to go again. There must have been a reason why.