i stated up on rockpiles before i was able to drive,it was more often than not a race to get round the local quarries and the most out of the way places you could think off only to get there to find somone had already beat you to it.i was out early one september morning went to a biggish rockpile what we had a lot of foxes out this was more often than not a half hour affair,the dog enterted about 6 oclock in the morning he could be heard on almost straight away,within twenty minutes a big cub bolted and over the top of the pile without the lurcher seeing it then another followed it shortly af